Rowleys birthday

10. Once upon a time, there was a young boy named Rowley. He wasn't the brightest child, often making silly mistakes and saying foolish things. Today was a special day for Rowley, as he was celebrating his 11th birthday. As the sun rose, Rowley stirred awake in his bed. He had been dreaming about his favorite celebrities, Andrew Tate and Matt Smith, playing Call of Duty Black Ops 4. He abruptly sat up, his eyes wide open, and exclaimed, "IT'S MY BIRTHDAY!" With excitement coursing through his veins, Rowley bounded out of bed and rushed downstairs to the lounge where his parents had laid out his presents. To his delight, there were gifts from both his parents and his friends. His parents had gotten him a ball, a lolly, a strange real-life gun, a nuke, and even a used sick bag from his dad, which he didn't quite understand. His mom, always knowing how to surprise him, had gifted him an Xbox, a PlayStation, and the hottest new console, the Clown Joy 5000. She even managed to find a dead fly, which she believed was a rare collectible. Putin, the neighbor who was always fond of quirky presents, had gifted him a knife, a gun, and various military paraphernalia because he believed Rowley had what it took to join the army. Kim Jon Un, another neighbor, had given him a slave and a frog, which confused Rowley immensely. Darwin, his water-loving friend, had gifted him a lead, which was rather unexciting in comparison. Eager to start his birthday celebrations, Rowley decided to go out for a special birthday lunch. He made his way to the local pub, unaware that it was not an ideal place for an 11-year-old's birthday celebration. When Rowley stepped inside, he was greeted by a loud cacophony of voices and the overwhelming scent of alcohol. The patrons were heavily inebriated, dancing clumsily and shouting profanities. Undeterred, Rowley took out his new toys and joined in the chaotic dance. He thought they were simply celebrating his birthday too. Little did he know, the intoxicated individuals had no idea it was his special day. Some cheered him on, while others continued their rowdy behavior. Feeling a bit overwhelmed by the situation, Rowley decided to invite all the drunk men to his birthday party. He convinced himself that they were just misunderstood and simply needed a bit of fun. As he left the pub, he led the way to his house with the motley crew following closely behind. Rowley's party was already in full swing when they arrived. His parents, grandparents, Aunt Bec (whom no one liked), and his friends Putin, Stalin, Kim Jon Un, Adolf, and Darwin were all there. Even his chubby dogs, Fido and Doggy Scoffchops, were excitedly wagging their tails. However, chaos ensued as the drunken party crashers stumbled into the festivities. Rowley, not knowing how to handle the situation, had an ingenious idea. He found a balloon, tied the drunk men to it, and sent them floating into space. Much to everyone's surprise, their heads popped due to the pressure, and they vanished into the abyss. With the troublemakers out of the way, the party continued without any further disruptions. Rowley and his loved ones danced and laughed, enjoying the celebration of his special day. The cake was cut, presents were opened, and laughter filled the room. As the day came to a close, Rowley's heart was full of joy. Despite the unexpected events, he had learned that the key to a successful celebration was being surrounded by loved ones who genuinely cared. And so, with gratefulness in his heart, Rowley drifted off to sleep, ending his eventful 11th birthday with dreams of many more exciting adventures to come.
As Rowley snuggled under his covers, his dad sat on the edge of his bed, ready to begin the nightly bedtime story. This year, Rowley was excited to hear his favorite superhero story, Captain Arsefaces' birthday. But before his dad could start the story, Rowley suddenly popped up from his bed, clutching his sheets to his chest. "Oh no, I've done it again!" he exclaimed, looking embarrassed. His dad couldn't help but chuckle at the sight of his son, who had just realized that he had, in fact, pooed the bed. As punishment, he had to eat it - and worse, he had to go to bed, leaving his dad to finish the story on his own. But as Rowley lay in bed, his mind started to wander to the other superhero stories he loved. He thought back to the time he had dressed up as Captain Arsefaces for Halloween, complete with a homemade costume and a bag of candy. And then, in a moment of inspiration, Rowley decided to write his own superhero story. He couldn't wait to see his dad's reaction when he read it in the morning. With excitement building up inside him, Rowley drifted off to sleep, ready for whatever adventures the night may bring.