Ok, bak to da day Mama gotted bit. It wuz Papa's Antie Dee's burfday an' dey awl went owt to eet, to da traktor puwws, an' to a sho. Mama habbed bot a pwitty burfday cake an' putted it in da trunk ov da car. BUTT!!! Day ate so much day cud not eet da cake. Day habbed chikkie bar b q, ice cweem, awl kindsa guddies so dey wuz stuffed! So Mama taked home da cake an' lefted it in da car. Meentime, it tipped an' slid to awl wun side ov da box.
Now, along coms Papa. Gets da cake owt ov da trunk, tips it to moov it bak to da middle, but...
Yu gessed it. Furst it mushed da rong way. Den, az he camed into da kitchin, he dwopped it. Now it wuz REELLY smooshed! No buddy but Papa wuz gonna eet dat cake. No mor pritty roze on top, no mor fancy topping...mooshed!
An' no buddy ebber sed ennyfing abowt it enny mor. BWAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!!! But Vito an' me gotted to lik da plate! hehehe...
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