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AIRBORNE ALL THE WAY Monday, March 17, 2008
OPERATION MARKET-GARDEN.
OPERATION MARKET-GARDEN.
OPERATION MARKET-GARDEN.
OPERATION MARKET-GARDEN.
OPERATION MARKET-GARDEN.
I'm so dead.
See, I'm History rep for my class, and I was collecting history projects today.
And then when we're packin' up for schl [cos its over, duh] and guess what? When i walk out of the class, I rmbr i left it in the classrm but then when i walkn back i realise ITS NOT THERE ANYMORE!!!
Either Marianne Ee must've taken it home mistakenly or IT WAS STOLEN.
Whatever it is,
I AM SO DEAAAAD.
On a brighter note, let me begin with the title.
Jason said that yesterday.
see, J and I were playing with Dad and we were playing with his hands. As in he curled his hands into fists, and we pretended they were baseketballs and dribbled them round the table.
Then Jason crushed his basketball and said "My ball got blown up by a satchel charge."
Even as he said it he knew that something was wrong.
The whole table exploded in laughter.
HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA
HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA
HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA
HAHAHA...oh well.
I had my theory exam on saturday. Grade 5.
God, am I dead.
I didnt do the phrasing and peformance directions!
AAA.
I AM GONNA FAIL.
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