William Orwell

Today is my birthday. I woke up to find my entire room filled with balloons that say “CONGRATULATIONS! IT’S A BOY!”. After jostling the balloons around a little, I heard something moving in the balloons and my dad giggling in the next room. He filled all of the balloons with money. He knows I hate the sound of popping balloons. You have a sick, sick sense of humor, Dad. MLIA.