When i was reading my book, my brother played

When i was reading my book, my brother played a prank on me. He brought a pail of dirty undergarments and put it all over my head. And then i was so fed up that i..........

They asked my poor brother at recess whether he'd lost his spidey sense, and that's when he went over to the dark side. The Green Goblin approached him on the Web and

spoke to him in his soft nasally voice. "Jordan, I am here to offer you the deal of a lifetime." The web wobbled as the goblin pulled out a poster from his back pocket. It revealed

nothing for the billionth time. The goblin's posters held no secrets. They were mainly posters of cats hanging from a branch. The goblin worked at Mullin TBG as an account executiv

e Vice President in charge of shifting attention. Wait, stop, sporky, don't go there. Just let it die where I left it. In the grass behind...

The stadiun , the Vice President listened to Rosa Poncell practise tailored Italian songs on 78rpm. He relaxed with classical music, unknown to just anyone else, except his wife.

Secretly, Mrs. Pence was taking each 78 rpm off the player after it was played, and pressing it into a smooth disc, which she sold as dinnerware. "Hey, what happened to all my

vintage records?” Lacking empathy, Ms. Pence disclosed that she had seized his treasured, 78 rpm, shellac records, molded them into salad plates, and sold them for a buck a piece.

To a certain DJ Trump on Ebay. Pence sprinted to the White House kitchen, where he found Donny gloating on his Big Wheel as Mike's treasured 78s melted in the ovens. "Ps 37:7."