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One nite, er morning at 4:27 a.m., Mike, starts to sleepily regret his weeks of procrastination.
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| Man, i regret my weeks of procrastination. Thank my lucky stars, my ending is complete, now i just have to start my 10 essays for ap! I'm the man....... | |
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In celebration, mike decides to rest his eyes for just a few seconds.........
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| Hurry men, watch out for the feminists! oh no, not the clay eating crackers, not the clay eating crackers! | |
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| The transcendentalists are attacking our old way's of life ......... ::gasp:: they're using cotton missiles filled with anthrax and catchy sayings!!! | |
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| NOOOOOO....oh, thank you, thank you, it was just a dream.......how'd i end up in my ap class? Wait a minute.........the ap walls arent purple, NOOOO!! | |
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| Good morning claaaass. Today we will be talking about Mike and his fetish with......... | |
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