sorry ^^"īleaaaa littlewoods is like the Argos for clothes, if it covers you up, it'll do >.> Teacher: (who has a strrrrange British accent for some reason) now childern we are going to re-read Shakespeare's' marvelous stagepl. poor guy, he might just be mentally traumatized after his experience =[ when i do ill feel sorry for my instructor. Godzilla style, even though i live nowhere near tokyo. and then it'll grow into a monster and at first it'll be cute and fluffy and i'll call him Joe and he'll be awesome but then joe will find out that i just ignored him when he was a pile of dust and maul me in my sleep, after which he will proceed to destroy Tokyo. till the pile starts moving and growing and getting a mind of its own. the closest ive come is sweeping up the eraser bits that i brush off my sketches, and then i just sweep them into a corner and forget about them. but its impossible to get me to clean floors now. i still dont even know if it was supposed to come apart. it was ai didnt know what to do, they just sorta started taking it apart. i again just stared blankly untill they noticed. about 20 minutes later i walked down the floor again and discovered them disassembling one of the tables anyway. course i didnt know about this and when they asked me i stared blankly and apologized profusely. Actually thinking about it now i once had to deal with a couple who wanted to buy a table, cept this specific table had some magical power where you could put pieces in or take them out and it got bigger and smaller depending on what you put in or out or something.
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