Oh, shit. I left my worksheet at home, she said to the language arts teacher, which got her in trouble.
Oh, shit. I left my worksheet at home,
The survey paints a bleak picture.
Och, murther! faix, some spell my pipe bewishes, I've played a wail and raised the little fishes.
I'm not talking to this twisted fruit anymore!
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