Sending a text to Liz... "How do I love thee? Let me text the ways". tap tap Oops! I sent that to Mrs. Feeny by mistake. Poor Jon. ping! Mrs. Feeny is wondering what I'm doing saturday night. Poor Mrs. Feeny.
. Sorry I'm late. You're not late. I'm not? Nope, right on time. Are you sure? Absolutely. Well, darn. I had a really good excuse. Go ahead. There was this fire-breathing dogcatcher... Get to the "really good" part.
* Yoooooo-hoooooo You haven't weighed yourself in a while. Why should I? All you do is insult me! Oh, I do not! Oh, yes you do! Every time I step on you, you make fun of my weight! Prove it! Fine! Wow. Wow what? You're a SUCKER,too, fat boy.