My history internal assessment was due three

My history internal assessment was due three hours ago. I was going to fail the IB. It was all her fault. When I first saw her I knew

my heart was history. I could feel it...internally. But I could not assess my true feelings at the time. Damn that woman! She caused me to fail at everything! So why do I love her?

Because I could use her as an excuse for failing and absolve myself of personal responsibility. Or it was her butt. Yeah, it was her butt. My heart was ill-suited for thumping, so

what, I thought as I laid my cheek against her quivering butt and hugged her tight. My heart leapt out of my chest & leapt froggily across the living room carpet. Morwena shrieked

she'd never had an admirer before. She wanted to possess my heart which was escaping. I kissed her wrinkly prunelike behind which tasted like salt. Morwena was distracted by my

more handsome friend so Morwena the Wrinkly hot chick pushed me away. Morwena had huge wrinkles, like a basset hound, stuffed with grime and saliva. What could I do to make

Not be so obsessed with plastic crime waves. My mum was thoroughly alarmed at my sunshine sequences that started at sunrise. I got up and ate porridge, as usual. Organic brown rice

and guava pits were known to cure scabies and I knew if I ate them every day, eventually they would go away sooner or later and my plastic crime fighter persona could carry on

like a wayward son. The guava pits were all they were chalked up to be and the bubbling guava marinade soon eased my pain. Polymer Boy was back on the streets of Gotham again!