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Hey im MuggaWell this is about me and what i think about when im in maths class
Well this is it
What a stupid class
“oh and you have got to keep a diary for the entire term”
Oh and turn them in at the end and you will get credit for writing them”
What kind of a stupid ******** up assignment is that supposed to be?
Well I suppose I better get started….
Dear diary…..Diary…. its sort of like die-ry
Like a factory were people would go to die
Well yeah there would be windows and pipes and a smoke stack and also a big sign so people would know what it is.
And all the people would wait in the reception room for about an hour or so until they hear there name called out.
Then they would go through a big red revolving door to find them selves stuck in a tight little room suddenly without warning the flour would drop out beneath them.
After a short fall they would land on a convayabelt covered in spikes.
These would move along to some big squasher all witch are also covered in spickes theses would mash them into tiny bloody bits.
Finally the belt would sort of turn over then hoses spray all the bits into a large sewage pipe and well who knows were they go from there.
Well that wasn’t so bad I should write in my die-ry more often.
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