If you don’t stop bugging me you know what they’ll call you, right? Appetizers.
To paraphrase old Honest Abe, God must love the Common Grackle, He made so many of us.
Tippi, dear, Mr. Hitchcock says you have to come out of your trailer now. Don’t make us get angry.
Late again. The Principal will give me a week’s detention for sure this time.