Once again, I'm sitting in first hour, and Sydney and Cory are whispering about not saying anything stupid. Two words. EPIC FAIL!! They are sitting here talking about canabalism and cat tacos. Another fail. Sydney tried to injure my computer, and ended up injuring her hand.
Just so you know, 'cat tacos' is a picture that we saw on google. Curse the person who was stupid enough to put a cat in a taco costume, let him loose, and take a picture of it.
Oh. My. God. Cory just had a random burst of intellect, and realized that if you add an 'o' to the beginging on 'cat', and turn it backwards, it spells taco!!!
Thats genius.
Cory's cat is still in her cage on top of the roof. Her name is Bubba. Bye bye Bubba. It rained last night and the night before, so I would not go on that roof is someone paid me 100$.
Oh, wait, Cory says he fed her some canned tuna. On the roof. Something is wrong with this kid.....
His dog's name is Moose.
Her real name is Hemi.
..............
???
"Nee nar sounds better," he says.
"There ain't no need for a posser, when you got the Nee nar noser," he says.
......................................
WHOA.
"Never smell your brother's DCs," he says.
......Okay......
So, Cory was yelling at me on Facebook last night, because my W.O.W. isn't working. He said I was a failure at life so, I said, "Go fight elves."
So, with that strange note, I end this blog.
With all the feeling a teenager can muster,
Daizy
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