Lessons, and I practiced. Score.
I really cut myself deep while peeling potatoes for Feast Day second period. It hurts, a lot. I can barely type; piano will be a bitch. Somewhere in all those potatoes is a piece of me. My blood, my skin. Good luck. I hope you aren't the unlucky bastard who contracts my AIDS.
So it may appear we have a flea problem in the Mayhew house. Luckily, we have enough of that medicine to put on the back of all the cat's and dog's necks. Plus flea collars for ALL the animals. Raise awareness against fleas! Wear white December 22nd! Oh freaky, that is the same day I have my first in car drivers ed!
Four minus on my essay. Sweet.
Oh, I'm also bringing the words "lewlz" and "lolz" back. Anyone wanna help?
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