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Okay. So Basically, this is what is going on. I am making a website because I am really sick of all not having a place to put all my crap, so I will just put it all here. Hope you like it.
<< Btw. I do know how to code, I am just too lazy to >>
Quote Column
"Who said you could leave?" Green eyes, the person who is seemingly perfect, and oh so smart asks this question. Who said I could leave? I'm not in jail, incase you noticed. And you aren't my jailer. Of course, I don't say that. Mr. Polite right?
"Uh. I guess the d-door was open, and I thought-" Mumble mumble, stutter. Woah, finger in my face.
"Wrong. I'm in charge of you for the rest of the week. I give you the tour and in exchange, you listen to me. Unless you want to be left to find your own way..." Trail off, smug smile. I hate him, but I didn't pay attention to that guy...what was his name? CDI, DIC, DICK...yeash! Dick is so much easier to remember than an acronym! Regardless I don't remember names very well, so acronym or name I'll still forget. Green eyes is staring at me. Oh, wait. I'm supposed to answer his question.
"No...nooooo...um...no." He is staring at me. As if I have three heads. Sweat pours, yes, I feel like that guy, Sick...I mean Disk..oh, wait, to do with a penis. Dick. Word association, works every time.
-I Hate Feather Pillows, Chapter One
