With the paper in hand, you turn on the computer. You get ready to email it to your professor, but realize that you don't have a computer copy. Panic starts to set in. You didn't kill a person for nothing, did you? No. No. Mr. Wilson is an asshole, but he is a smart asshole. You're sure he'll let you turn it in tomorrow. You just have to email him. You type a little email up.
hi mr w ifinished papr and it done but i only have 1 copy so can I give it 2u 2maro thx bro
Hows about you, me, and five uncomfortable minutes in my basement apartment next to the dusty Christmas tree that's still up from my last visit with my estranged children.
The Upper Kitchen Cabinet Where Your Roommate Keeps His Food: You’ll 'need the footstool' to reach your roommate’s 'fine selection' of 'stale cereal,' but he'll never notice if 'only a little is missing from each box.' Feel less guilty by reminding yourself that Jeff 'acts weird around your girlfriend,' and always 'asks about her.' What a 'creep.'
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