Today I hit Coach Kalley when I was doing offensive/defensive drills. I felt bad, but he WAS playing the quarterback, so he kinda had it coming.
When Mom and Dad picked me up from football practice, we stopped by Mc Donalds and I had a double quarter pounder with cheese... which sparked the conversation as to why it is a double quarter pounder instead of a half pounder. What if I wanted four patties... a pounder? It's a reasonable question.
Mom let me go to Barnes and Noble to buy Abraham Lincoln Vampire Hunter. Sounds crazy, but my english teacher recommended it.
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