This is something Tommy and I were writing in Geometry. He'd write a few words, then I would, then he would..and so forth. Must warn you...make sense it does not.
Have a nice day!

Waaater Ball's best friend is a Wallabee's but koalas have cancer of the mouth from having big wankers ["willies"] for breakfast with lots of milk and syrup, also adding powdered coke laced with sugar and snowflakes, not to mention the small bit of potato cihps topped with watermellon and moonshine magic that tomatoes feed to the chickens with a side of eggs sunny side up and fortune cookies with real beef sauce that makes it taste like parsley and tuna with a hint of happy poop. Now doesn't that sound just peachy? It's best with fresh squeezed lemon. Talk about yummy!

Keep in mind that this was after I had at least 4 cups of coffe this morning, plus an iced mocha latte, and a few sips of his double shot espresso thing. I think he just had that espresso thing. Ya know...I REALLY can't type or spell right today. Sorry for grammer errors and spelling errors and such.