My cousins are idiots. They smell like stale barbecue chips and listen to the damn Baja Men, especially that "Who Let the Dogs Out" crap. Who let the dogs out? Nobody did. Why? Because I made them all into dog stew and ate them all. Hate.
My cousins never like my ideas. They always come up with somethings stupid. Like when I said that Ben Affleck should be shot, they said tha he should only be shot if he changed his name to Nick. They don't know what they're talking about. Nick.
I'm sleepy. It's way past my bedtime. I hope my mom doesn't walk in and find out that I'm writing about my stupid cousins. I'd get in trouble. She'd make me fold her underwear. Gross.
I think my cousins smoke pot. They're always running in circles. Laughing. Laughing at me. Laugh at me, will you? I'd like to see you laughing once I hit your head to China with a baseball bat. Those cousins of mine better shut up before I take a piss on their lunch. I'll burn their hair off and then and kill them with my ice breath. Then I'll cremate them by burning their bodies in a stack of their burning pot. Morons.