Because her teacher told her to go do an essay.
My bike :(
The Chosen Juan.
It's not there.
It smells funny. --As told to me by an Engineering lead... Much facepalm ensued.
Bridget the end of the world !
It's "popcorn"! What were you thinking?!
The teacher tells you to spit you gum out. The train says, "Chew, chew, chew!"
Mr. Bus (think about it)
I just asked him to edit my essay and he said I have semi colon problems. He must be a smart guy if he can figure that out from my writing.
They're too short to be called Essays.
For twenty bucks either'll take care of your toddler. -&y (yup, mine)