Ok, I’m not allowed to stress. Huh huh …no stress zone.
You’re probably wondering why I am stressing.
Well, it’s my birthday in 19 days.
Now I shall let you continue milord
OKAY. I’m going to rererere-write my list. Okay, check, check, oops I forgot to write that (writing, writing…) (One space time, continuing later).
OK.
I think that I have all of the 101 presents on my list. (Actually, I’ve only ordered like 4 things, maybe more, I don’t know).
I’m going to tell you what I want : a video game, a Lego, two comics and all CDs of Black M – he’s my favourite rap singer. I’m going to sing you the chorus of Mrs Pavoshko (Hi Mme Pavoshko non j’suis pas en prison ou à l’hosto, non j’fais des hits Mme Pavloshka et vos gosses me kiffent Mme Pavochko, oui oui oui.)
Take care, bye bye now !