susie went to the market to purchase some pantaloons and found that they were on sale. she bought them and her mother was so happy she baked her a cake. the end. Post Script: heres what i think of school: school is a time when freedom is yet a distant memory from the mind of the educationally enslaved. he who does not dream of such is indefinably un sane, as is the whole pop-culture thing sweeping our gullible nation.
as we are held by the prison guards know as teachers, punished for our lack of knowledge, we are called to attention and in the case of refusal to cooperate, we are punished by the harsh thursday afternoon otherwise called detention. as time drags on, we pass through the seasons, hoping for the day when freedom is returned and instead of homework, flowers, and sadness, there is swimming, sleeping in, and riding the bicycle, though it seems so far away. those that have gone before us say that these are the best days of our lives… whoever said that must have eaten camel’s tomato soup (mm mm good! ) with orange juice and a toasted cheese sandwich as a child in 1995, the year of our lord. i need a vacation from this job.
Project 86 is the best band in the world next to MxPx and Linkin Park. How many words have i posted? i havent a clue. i need 250 but no mater how many i add, there seems not to be enough. par has the website employees are playing a trick upon my mindless head. or maybe not… ?.
