Teacher caught me staring at her boobs. I mean to be fair she was wearing a fairly low cut shirt, and was bending over. And she's hot and all so yeah.
I dropped out of the class anyways cause it was too hard.
Topkek.
Serious? When?
Twas the time after christmas, when the roads were slick, wetter than forget, snakes are not sticks. I was staring at a duck, how funny, when out of nowhere, a van, as white as a bunny. On the side it read, Joes heating. HOLY forget IT'S COMING FOR MY HEAD. It wasn't much of a beating, I wasn't bleeding, but man did it hurt. Moral of the story: forget school, it's for lurts.
POETRY MOTHERforgetER.