June 2010
1 post
getting strangled isn't all it's cracked up to...
Especially when there’s a girl involved. I watched Deevon throwing bits of pink eraser at Beth, which could just be considered annoying if it wasn’t for the fact that he’d dipped each one into a pile of his own snot.
So I started whistling because I knew he hated it. At first he just scowled. Then he launched the snot missiles at me. I whistled louder. Mrs. Lawson told me to...