The Birth Of Kings?

Hello! My name is the Aggro. Please read this story before Mister Mario signs onto the web journal internet diary! To enjoy!


The pain was the problem world wide. In the stomach and in the prime hot and powerful, yet sensitive to the underside of the stomach, the world of problem was brewing. The seed had Mario as nature intended. Two major son should be born. Two powerful leaders. The Mario was to give the sperm the woman for the creation of kings. There was a problem though. One night, when Mario was sleeping after a gallon of wine, a generous heap ziti and links hot Italian sausage cooked, the woman walked. She wanders into the part of Mozzarella, the half brother of Mario delays. Grand idiot. No brains. Clumsy. The mozzarella has taken the skin without sweat shirt and was sitting in the formatting. The woman wanted the man. The woman took Mozzarella. The seed of mozzarella mixed with the seed of Mario but the woman could not say Mario. Rather silent. Fast forward nine months. Mario waited delivery of her proteges. The woman shook and pushed hard. Two babies have been bounced. "Alex was good," said Mario. The woman fainted. "Good morning son, I have a project" Mario has added to his half-son. "Good morning Father" replied the Thomas and Edward. If Mario ever knew the truth? The general madness in the world wide landscape or perhaps universal.