once upon a time, there was a sponge who

once upon a time, there was a sponge who lived in a pineapple under the sea. Absorbant and yellow and pourous was he! he had a bestfriend, whos name was patrick. they loved to go

Dancing, swimming, and swing on a hammock!

My resume looked a little dry and somewhat matched my personal ad. I decided to tack on the talent "eat grapes" before submitting it to a short man with a moustache, who

I think was trying to read my lips, so I mouthed something suggestive, "I'm dying for some buffalo wings". I don't think he got the message, because he brought me chicken. My resum

-ption of carbo-loading had totally cheered me up. Nothing says hell yeah like a stack of flapjacks with real maple

frosting. The candles I had set on top were sparkling brightly and I grinned. The vaseline on my teeth allowed for a flawless smile but only the pancakes would see my beauty tips

actualised by my students. Each pancake had a message written on it: 'Hairspray over make-up before a night of dancing", "Always trim your ends after the summer." They ate each

other's message-pancakes and laughed at their own cleverness. Summer vacation was almost here. Since they would be Seniors next year, they had to make this summer

better than all other summers. Afterall, once you become a high school senior, you get a whole new set of rules and responsibilities, such as

"Don't give a fuck about classes" and "always interrogate the teachers as to the grades of your test before they've even had a chance to grade them". Personally, I graduated.