This is one of my many cumulative activities (as Mr. Vaughn calls them so as not to scare the uber nerds with the word project). It is meant to convince my principal, Mr. Ricci, that he should let the eighth grade class trip be a trip to the beach. It's a tad cheesy, and, being a Wisconsinite born and bred, that is how I like my nachos. Speaking of tomatoes, thanks for reading this epically long description. I'm sure it put a confused look on your face, and that is ok. Be confused. Enjoy it. Grab some popcorn, bask in it. Thanks!
Hamburgers met korting oh oh ohhohohooo
1denko1 7 months ago 4
fuck you
politiziu 1 year ago 2