Ah, retirement city. Okay, I get that. Us homeschoolers and public schoolers don't mix well IRL.
One of the many ingredient that make up a good pun.
Where the snowbird and golf buffs play. Seldom is hear, an encouraging word! And their sour and pruny all day!! *bows* That's pretty true. But teenagers are weird nowadays. XD Walmart agrees with me.
Including wit, speeilling, no shame and greeeeeeeen.
Dat parody is lit. No kidding. They totally top our hallucination and panda discussions.
It must've. (*trusts you* ) *raises hand* My swively wheely chair is downstairs, and the CONputer is upstairs...
There could be no other reason? (Good for you, I totally know what I'm talking about. ) Everything else was right?? XD Well I guess that's what you get when you ride it down the stairs even tho I told you time and time again not to. Now you have the CONsequence of carrying it back up.
That was before my haircut, so no. Pretty much. You're good. But where else CON I get such a good WHEE?
Later that night we were sitting around on the couches, pondering our existence and eating off-brand Doritos we found in the mess. Mateo glanced out the door at the slightly less-heaping piles of junk. “We’ve made a sizeable dent.”
“Give it a few days, it’ll be all gone.” I waved my arms.
Mateo sized it up. “If the alley can fit it all.”
I leaned back. “Give the trash place an anonymous tip.”
“Good idea. I’ll scream about the build-up, and hang up. They won’t think twice about it.”
I nodded, content with that plan.
And, in the way only good friends can, we switched tracks so completely most people would be left grasping at straws. “It’s insane, you getting that rpg.”
“Yeah.” I agreed. “By the way, don’t tell anybody local about this.”
“How about Celeste?”
“Why do you even think she’d be an exception?” I gave him a half-lidded stare.
“I been playing some LMB with her, and I kind of sat with her at school today.” Mateo shifted, as if uncomfortable with admitting he had traded me for the new girl.
“I’d like to know how one “kind of” sits with somebody.”
“Well, actually…”
I just waved him off. “I don’t care; you two can chum up. I’m fine.” I paused. “She’s not my friend, though. And she does not get to know my secret.”
Mateo sighed. “Okay, sure. Can you imagine her expression, though?”
My brain automatically did so, drawing attention to her pencil-fine eyebrows and doe eyes. I squeezed my eyes tight and put the image through my mental garbage disposal.
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Post by TheGreatCon on Jun 19, 2018 15:44:46 GMT
“One of these days you’ll warm up to her.” He said.
“Uh-huh.” I booted the laptop back up. “You probs need to be getting home.”
“She’s crushing on you.”
At this I shot him first a look of inquiry, but decided it was best if I switched that to a glare so he didn’t get any ideas. “That’s a CONfederation thing. We’re over it.” And we were. Kids married young down here. In a year I’d be graduated from the highest level of education I’d ever receive, and lots of kids had already dropped out for full-time jobs. Most people were married before twenty. It’s kind of a repopulation thing, mixed with the fact that the current generation grew up fast in those war years.
“Yeah, well, guess where she’s from.” Mateo snorted, standing up and slinging his backpack over his shoulders.
“Well, tell her to buzz off, I hate her shoes.”
“You tell her.” Mateo ducked out the door. “See you tomorrow!”
Well, figuratively. It's hard to get lost in Missouri. 
It's not small, we merely have a few main roads that are hard to get entirely lost on. 
Now you have the CONsequence of carrying it back up. 
…right? =P
It's not small, we merely have a few main roads that are hard to get entirely lost on. ![[~]](http://storage.proboards.com/6672327/images/ozFsbNeZhKNyVxseYHGI.png)
