As I have said, you can always say no and I will respectfully exclude you from my list. I hope y'all can participate and I will be waiting for your approvals before starting my first game. Thank you.
OMG IS THIS ALEN ALENNICA THE GAMEMAKER HAS THAT PROFESSIONAL RING TO IT
Hey everyone. Call me Gamemaker and I am here to make up games that you, the Wattpad group here on Ask, can play. My plan is two games at least per week. It should be fun and my purpose is fun itself no hate or harm or creep. So I hope y'all are up to it. Otherwise I can always take you out my list.
MY PARENTS LIKE MOCKING ME SO MUCH OKAY BUT LIKE I HAVE TO PRACTISE 1H OF PIANO AND THEN I CAN GO ON HERE AGAIN OKAY
she was my third grade teacher tho and she retired afterwards so i was like HALLELUJAH
god bless potatoes over many generations have suffered under the thumb of this witch
she was evil. she did other things too and i hated her so much. well you shouldn't cause you're awesome so...
you should've reported her to the almighty principle. then she'll get in trrroooouuuubble ;D well l'm trying not to but still you should really report that bitch.
ikr and she got me in so much trouble, like one day she dunked my desk in front of the whole class and read every single thing i had in there to everyone. i felt horrible. really? dude that sucks. i hate how parents don't understand that they're the problem
whoa your teacher's a real bitch. WHY THE HELL WOULD SHE DO THAT? WHAT HAVE YOU DONE TO HER? FUCK DAT BITCH. SHE'S JUST LIKE THAT GRAMILY HATER. YOU CAN'T EVEN SPIT ON HER BECAUSE THAT WOULD SOIL YOUR SPIT.l'm actually used to it now like they're not the only ones who point out the massive flaws in me; l do that everyday, too.
so my mom got me a fat pencil and i used it in class in third grade and my teacher went ham on me bc apparently only teachers were allowed to use fat pencils (idek why) and she assumed i stole it from her and made me go through all this crap and then my parents had to confirm they bought it for me
Bitch teacher you have there. Today my parents believed that I was crying like shit yesterday because I was mad that I couldn't go on ask. Fuck no. Shit. Bitches. Douche bags.