User talk:Fwc champs italia

Once upon a time, in a school without a name and on welfare, there was a girl named Jumanda. (i know what you're thinking..."what kind of a girl name is Jumanda?") Jumanda had many friends in her childhood. Jumanda's friends were Stekankia and Bilankio, and they were terrific friends. Jumanda, also misstaken as Jumanji, was born in the year 1992 and is now legally able to drive on the main roads. Jumanda has her g1 and is usually on the roads on saturdays and sundays...I reccomend that you DO NOT drive on the roads on those days. One day, before Jumanda came to be, Stekankia and Bilankio were playin on the cheap grass in the welfare school playground. They ran and they ran untill an idea hit both of them. "what if we played with that girl over there...and we shall call her Jumanda!" Stekankia and Bilankio approached this long, lost pretty girl and said to her, "Would you like to play with us?" The no named child responded, "Um...Ok I guess so!" It was that day that the no named child recieved her name 'Jumanda'. Jumanda, Bilankio and Stekania played together all the time, spoke on the phone everyday and even had sleepovers every 2 weeks. What a great friendship! It was June 21 the last day of school and Jumanda, Stekankia and Bilankio were very upset because their days of playing in the cheap playground were coming to an end. They told eachother that they would always stay friends and never grow apart. Seeing as how Jumanda was the most upset out of the bunch, she wrote a poem to both Stekankia and Bilankio telling them how much she would miss them:

I am incredible, so unforgettable, so no one can take my place. I'm unbreakable, highly flammable, so girl, GET OUT OF MY FACE.

Im a rockstar, a rockstar a pretty little problem uh-huh yah HEY cause im a rockstar, a rockstar a pretty little problem uh-huh. Cause im everythin that you ever wanted to be, and im not lying cause i love it when you're lookin at me. Im a rockstar, a rockstar!

It seems to me like i was botherin cause i make walking look like modelling. It ain't my fault the boys keep following, if you knew better he woulnd't be wondering! TAKE A PICTURE IT WILL LAST LONGER

Oops, it turns out that this was the poem Jumanda had wrote for her worst enemie named Rewandrianalo.