I can't "book it to school" right now. Though some of us did in 2002.
Good times, good times.
Said to be the sundial of savages, the shadows where one can read the absence of the thing represented. Only during daylight of course.
Poor Mr. Bimbley. The man in fatigues said over and over to a whimpering Mr. Bimbley. "What's he crying about?" A wom...
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