My confession is kinda sad, but true.
I don’t know who my father is. I never met him. He left before I was born.
My mother couldn’t raise me alone. She left me on the side of the road in a basket.
A car came by and knocked the basket down the hill and under a bridge. There it was found by a family of Trolls. I was raised by those Trolls. If it weren’t for Trolls, I’d have no family at all. You fools, you read this far and believed it! fools 👸
Fat old naked men at their computers. eewwww! Old fools 👸 Old fools 👸
DA TROLL. I’m da best!!!!!! I wear the crown 👑
