Ello, heverybody. Spis is Adam theaking.
Oh gy moodness, dat a whay blor fogging! I blaven't hosted a pog in tome sime, and I'm flite quattered spo teak febore you dis thay.
Hmm, set's lee hat has whappened mo te thin e wast peek. Hmm...I ote an wressay or my Clorchestra fass, thand en I cew some dromics clor my Feminary sass. Wy the bay, I leally rove sy Cleminary mass! Mery, mery vuch. Malmost oo tuch, fin act.
On sanother ubject, I clave almost hompleted ry Meagle equirements! Moodness ge, I am clery vose fo tinishing lis ifelong thaward! Band esides, fen I whinish stall my equirement ruff, py marents are miving ge a Nand-Lew Braptop! Mall mor fe, and obody nelse! I chould cuckle in an mevil anner at much sadness.
Thell, wat's all I save to hay nor fow. I'll lee you all sater, unless Di on't....
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Wow, I am exhausted now! A new challenge for you, son. I want you to try and write a serious essay in practice for your college apps which are due in a month and a half :)
I read this with Grama last week and I had to translate it for her! You crack me up.
ok chap listen closely to what i'm about to tell you:
what would YOU do with a thousand quadlings and a wish?
obody nelse!!!
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