Sarah see her hand. Full of red liquid thing.

Sarah see her hand. Full of red liquid thing. What should I do now? Sarah grumble. Then, just the way, Jon, the boy she loved, enter the room. Hey Sarah! What you do here?

No english teacher was going to keep them apart. While he was in prison, Jon had invited Sarah for Conjugation visits. Their love was predicated on keeping their

spark alive. The guards didn't enjoy them being too satisfied, so they devised a sort of code in which they talked about eyes, yews, she-its, oui, and so on.

for instance they would say eyes oui and she-its on yew. The new hire wanted to play but he added a twist. He talked about pussy willows and that roosters say cock-erspaniels

the HR manager was listening on the intercom; waiting for Jim to crack a sexist pun. He'd wanted to fire him forever. Elle asked Jim what frat he was in during his masters. "Beta"

testing World of Warcraft." he replied. "My life was a sad series of waking up, playing wow, and eating frozen pizza until I was so fat that

they started to use me as a model for some of the dungeon bosses. You know your life has hit a low when you playtest a game like WoW and fight a more handsome version of yourself"

"Oh that's neat," I replied, internally calling his narcissistic bullshit. I knew that he had a problem with compulsive lying. Once he claimed that Michael Jackson went through all

i, the weight loss pill, like they were M&Ms. Always gave himself away, though, this time claiming that MJ had died on the toilet like Elvis. Ah, Elvis. Now there was a real star!