Saturday, September 6, 2008

pretend your fourth grade pencil talk about your life.

Vern my owner keeps on sharpening so I keep on getting shorter I used to be seven point five now I'm three point five talk about short. Every day he uses me I get so tired of arrrrgh! But when they go home I just sit in his pencil box and sleep but he wakes me up nine 0'clock in the morning. Now I'm lost I don't know where I am but I think the janitor threw me away if so I'm probably crushed right now let me rest in peace.

Miss Durbin Compliment:
Miss Durbin your a good teacher and dancer.

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