By the hairs on my chinny-chin-chin I avoided the ultimate of great english classes. You take one cup of outside reading test, add it to 1/2 cup of spelling and a pinch of grammar and beat in with a pound of speech and bake for 80 minutes at 350.
What do you get? The worst english class EVER. But, Mr. Caso forgot he only had 60 minutes and forgot to pound in the speech. So tomorrow I will (bore, sorry) talk about Charles Lindbergh. I actually got lucky cause the guy: Took off on his transatlantic voyage FROM MY TOWN. And he spent the night before 2 BLOCKS AWAY. So I picked the lucky number, but do I haaaaaave to cash it in?
Can I keep it in my back pocket and save it for a rainy day? No? Oh..SHOOT. Tomorrow?
Fine. I hope the guillotine blade is sharp.
KCTW
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