yeah so
some of you have been asking me how i survive my daily life. it's an interesting process in much the same way how socks are made is interesting. i just do. do you think that i'm so pressed for money that i scratch for it with a coat hanger under vending machines? i sit through class, wonder if i'd make a good tax collector, and occasionally learn something that i might remember 20 years from now. it's sort of like how your day goes only for some reason it's different because it's me.
my gym teacher reminds me of a duck. he waddles from side to side. i don't know where he got the idea that he was fit enough to teach gym but, he's not. and the girls make fun of him in the locker room under the intense glare of mrs. swadel. she's more like a leopard because she has enough moles to be considered spotted. also, she hides in the shadows before pouncing on you and killing you for being a few seconds late.
my gym teacher reminds me of a duck. he waddles from side to side. i don't know where he got the idea that he was fit enough to teach gym but, he's not. and the girls make fun of him in the locker room under the intense glare of mrs. swadel. she's more like a leopard because she has enough moles to be considered spotted. also, she hides in the shadows before pouncing on you and killing you for being a few seconds late.