User talk:Mrmorningwood

So when i was in the seventh grade there was a weird kid named Jerrod. He always came to school with bruises and disgusting food. One time he had cake filled with toothpicks and almost died eating eat. He had no friends so  figured i would be a nice and start talking to him. He seemed nervous and didn't reply. So i asked if i could go to his house and hangout. He nodded his bruised head i could so after school i walked home with him. When we approached his trailer he lived in i heard