So...Everyone likes the Easter Bunny. The thing is, he enters your house at night. You really don't know who the heck he is. For all we know he could be some scam in a costume who just wnats to be a celebrity. The sickest part of it is that he gives candy to little kids. Heck if he didn't leave the candy and go, he's be just like a michael jackson in bunny form. Personally, i like the guy, he doesn't leave coal if you are bad. You don't have to go through the painful stages of loosing a tooth to get anything. No matter what you are getting something. You can be Good, Bad, or Ugly, and it wouldn't matter. HAPPY EASTER!
-Your's truely, Sincerely, Truely, Your Friend, hmmmm,
Kyle
Becky and I got gas today. The kind you put in a car. (I being Jess.) And Becky contemplated using the opening line of "Can I have fifteen in pump two please? 'D a Dingo Eat Yaw Baiby?" But..... she didn't.
And then we went to Boyer's and bought the kind of cheese that comes in a plastic container. And some lady shoved Beck out of the way.
And then we went to Becky's Pa's house and I got her cat stuck to a sleeping bag. And her kitty was slightly angry.
The band kids played kickball ninth period today. And duck duck goose. And walking tag. And frisbee. And several other illegal ninth period activities. But it was fun anyway.
And that was our day after two o'clock today.
'D a Dingo Eat Yaw Baiby?
The End.
