Some say Iβm crazy, but Iβm sticking to my guns.
Teacher: Open up to page 275
Me: to page 275 I feel like my dad is dissapointed in me and I don't know why.
Turns out I was just a sad sap.
The task always saps my strength.
ASAP
A sap
Because he wasn't poplar.
We sell wooden soap dishes, made of various kinds of wood, as part of our business. When I get asked which is our best seller, I pick one up and say "This one is real poplar."
Most of them were all bark and no bite, even though they branched out to more deep rooted subjects. Some of the saps had to leave usually. Everyone was oakay in the end though, it left some of us feeling fruity. I was asked how the others were affected, but i told them i wooden know. I bought a wooden tv shortly after but everything was payperview.
