Even if I hadn't read the title to the thread, I could smell trouble the minute the bitch was putting on her crown. There's just something about this whole "I'm a princess" thing that hurts my brain.
I told my mother about this story and she said that they should have taken the little brat to McDonald's for her party and have her sit on Ronald's lap while they presented her with her new vehicle, a shiny moped.
I told my mother about this story and she said that they should have taken the little brat to McDonald's for her party and have her sit on Ronald's lap while they presented her with her new vehicle, a shiny moped.


But, the Tercel I bought was the first car that was truly "mine." Got rid of it in 2000, and I still miss it 

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