Occasionally I wonder why child stars don't turn out to be normal everyday people operating satisfactorily in society, and then i realize that Michael Jackson still exists and that Harry Potter has a bad taste in naming his kids. Unaware that i was being followed I walked down the road to get some milk when I was attacked by a crazy talent scout looking for the next big thing in the "cute kids now but slutty whores in five years" range of tv stars. He grabbed me by the hair with a crazy look in his eyes screaming at me. "CRY....CRY YOU LITTLE BITCH..... CRY AS THOUGH YOUR BEST FRIEND IS AN ALIEN THAT CAN FINALLY GO HOME, MAKE ME RICH".
I cried. So did he. Then i lovingly stroked his hair. We started to kiss but then i realized I was heterosexual and this guy probably didn't have the appropriate pee pee that could satisfy me. Goodnight sweet John.
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