Sometimes I worry that I’m boring; that I can’t carry a conversation; that I can’t keep a blossoming male teenager entertained. Then I read this, and fear a little not only for my sanity, but also for the one who managed to keep sane sleeping in the same room with these anthologized radioactive dissertations for so long.
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I… did not understand any of that… haha. Except for the ps part!
That is an SAT section waiting to happen.
you’re a loser
you disgust me… but i think eamon disgusts me more… hehe
Where are all the love letters from say.. 7th or 8th grade?
Interesting to know.