I’m not allowed to have food in my bedroom. We’re only allowed to eat at the kitchen table due to the fact that my mother is a psycho. I smuggled a bottle of water up yesterday though.
Watch the nap!!!
I need to get my watch fixed one of these days. It’s one of those things I keep forgetting to do. Who needs to know what time it is anyways?
12:31 Eastern Standard Time
The time is noted on your post.
Yeah, but I think the board time is off by a few minutes.
Maybe it’s the Illuminati. 
It could be.
Or, it could be a 1920’s style death day.
I had to do a project on the 1920’s in seventh grade.
Did you include information about death rays?
It could be.
Or, it could be a 1920’s style death day.
Yes, except it was for French class, so we had to call them “Les Rays de Mort,” or something like that.
I often used a French phrase when trying to pick up french-speaking girls in college. It went like this: “La fromage est vieux est moissi! Ou est la salle de bain?”
Speaking of French speaking girls, mine is tranqed out on Nyquil at the moment. Which is why I’m sitting here in front of this malfunctioning monitor, at this hour.
My favorite French phrase is *Nous lavons les filles francaises. *
My French isn’t really up to snuff, but I think you said something about franchisees. How can you pick up girls talking about franchisees? Truth be known, I prefer to let a $20 bill do my talking.
The French teacher had a thing for me.
Ot, at least that’s what it seemed like.
No, it said “We are washing the French girls”
I actually knew that, but like to play dumb. That’s right, “play”. Like on swingsets. Notice how they’re using some kind of black stuff below new playground equipment nowadays? Imagine how hot that must get in the summer? I think that is some city planner’s really mean joke. Which is ok by me, I’m not really a big fan of those little critters anyway. Kids smell funny.
Playgrounds are sort of creepy.