I stared at the blank canvas in front of me...
I watched as my fellow students happylie, no monsterously, apllyed paint to the blank canvas using not a tool.
Of all the evil satanic creations... finger painting.
My eye started twiching and the world seemed to focus upon me and the dark, errire paper in front of me. It seemed to call ot to me.
"TEACHER TEACHER TEACHER!!!"
As the kind lady turned around I flung myself into her arm. I continued to bellow out what I felt in a rapid manner.
"I'MTOYOUNGTODIE,I'MTOYOUNGTODIE,I'MTOYOUNGTODIE, IT'SOUTTOKILLMEITELLYOU, DON'TLETITHURTME!!!!!!!!!"
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UMMMM, yeaaah... For all you new to this as the biju of pure unriviled insanity Joe has many strange phobias. Namely fears of rose bushes, roswell aliens, old dryers, Hugo Chavez, anyone named Paul, and, apparently, fingerpainting. Quiz question, what do these all have in common?
