a sack of potatoes to make french fries with,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,, The creator of Trolls,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,, a Smurf,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,, past babysitters,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,, the director of Gummo,,,,,,, a robot,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,, not a zombie,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,, a vampire in the day time,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,, Sylvia Plaths children,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,, a lighthouse keeper,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,, my moms nanny,,,,,,,,,,, someone to love,,,,,,,,,,,,,,, a train conductor,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,, a mountain womyn,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,, a french lover,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,, a porn star,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,, you,,,,,,,,,,,, and actuully now that I think about it My real parents: because unfortunately due to the unfortunate events in the past month the arraignment between father and I (A.k.a Da Pope) has been cancelled seems he came down with something and now theres someone in his place anyways I now have in my reach a handsome sum in which I buy buckets upon buckets of pre-scooped cholocate chip mint ice cream with and on my spare time tend to have tea parties with my followers. My "parents' (a.k.a frauds) have seemed a bit jealous these days asking me why I still insist on them paying for meals and I simply reply, "I'm merely 16 years old do you want this poor girl to starve to death?" They don't seem to get it. I never thought them too sharp anyways. I think they are just jealous of my witty sense of humor and good grades. Anyways now that my real parents are dead I spose it's time to think of someone else I'd like to meet and am absoutely postively not intending on meeting this new pretend Pope of a man. so maybe with my fortune I will create a space ship and go discover a star or a planet and befriend whatever wild creatures may be populating this land that I will eventually rule. The I will make them into slaves, and stop them from creating with each other and only with me and then I will finally suceed in dominating something besides my tea parties and followers. But then again this may not work........