[ Featuring the Dinosaurs ]
On November ninth, 2003, Katy Perry met a strange man in a grocery store. He lured her with candy from said grocery store. This was her first mistake. He drove her to Cali. After deflowerment on mentioned beach, they visited a pier to a reportedly complacent and underwhelmed populace. He (possibly one Mr. Rumplestilskin) treated her like a dog. Katherine slit his throat that night, under the sheet fort with the rusty Super 8 bathroom knife. Using his connections, and corpse, and voodoo, Katy rose to the top of music, where she now reigns with a watchful eye and quick foot.
