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I thought I lost my cd player today.
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| WHy the hell am I suffering through two hours of bio again? Wouldn't it be great if I could...Hey, where's my cd player? | |
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| Wah wah wah wah wah wah woh wah woh wah wah | |
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I went to every teacher I had today, asking if they had seen my MOM's cd player. Sweaty and gross, I gave up and went back to class.
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| Have you seen this cd player? *holds up handmade sign* | |
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| No dear. Even if I had, some ghetto black kid would have stolen it by now. Remember, if you like it, lock it down. We're not in suburbia anymore! | |
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Do you smell that? That's the smell of fear. From running. End.
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| Oh my God...I left my cd player at home! I just remembered! | |
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| Why is Lauren hitting herself with that book? | |
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