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Want a challenge?
Try spending the night with eleven 3rd grade girls.
The agony, the terror.
Marshmallow frying, annoying songs from such "bands" as Jump 5 and, like, S Club 7 or whatever. (they like names with numbers in them, I guess) Then there were the pillows, and the flashlights, and...and...it was awful.
Try spending the night with eleven 3rd grade girls.
The agony, the terror.
Marshmallow frying, annoying songs from such "bands" as Jump 5 and, like, S Club 7 or whatever. (they like names with numbers in them, I guess) Then there were the pillows, and the flashlights, and...and...it was awful.