Her teacher told her to go home and do an essay.
To get to the other side... err, no it was to pick up the laundry... nope, to get groceries? I forget.
To get back to Mexico
I will tell you how in my next post- Jk the answer's in one of the comments, look through every single one and you are destined to discover the answer.
Mother: "Because he thinks he's a chicken." Little girl: "Why don't you tell him he's not a chicken " Mother: "We need the eggs."
Student:I don't know. Teacher: Bark, my child, bark. Student: Bow, wow, wow.
Student: A teacher!
A paragraph. Because he's not quite an essay.
Where is my essay?
Arrested for procurement of a minor. Trust me on this one.
Get off me daddy, you're crushing my smokes