... It's nice to think that somewhere there's a South American country ripe for revolutionary reform.
I have nothing to do for the next 20 minutes. Kinda. I could work on my autobiography, but I'm doing that tonight.
Autobiography. My Honors teacher wants to know about all my life-changing events. It's none of her business. But I have to do it.
Mention how a friend of yours in high school started a cult and raised an army of militant knitters. Please?
Wage unceasing war against her, then replace her spleen with a kitten. That always worked for Lanker....
She turned down militant knitters. And me. There's not a living soul or undead hybrid warlord on Earth that could make her add stuff to it now.