Kid walks up to me: “Miss Emily, I have to spit.”
As he says it, huge wad of spit falls out of his mouth and lands on the floor in front of me.
A master’s degree.
Kid walks up to me: “Miss Emily, I have to spit.”
As he says it, huge wad of spit falls out of his mouth and lands on the floor in front of me.
A master’s degree.
I’m sorry. I can’t stop laughing! I don’t know HOW you do it.
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