11/26/08
'sssssssssssssssss... GAZZY!
Sorry.
This is probably going to be really short, 'cause I suck at typing. I was too young when Fang , Iggy, and Max took typing lessons at the school. This has taken me about 23 minutes so far.
The only thing the slightest bit intersting is that Iggy and I created a bomb out of Max's clothes. I won't be in trouble because, a) she doesn't care about clothes right, and b) we could just buy some more. Right?
Please tell me that I'm right, PLEASE!
"GAZZY! WHAT DID YOU DO TO MY CLOTHES!" Max.
Crap.
Told you it would be short.
Wish me luck. Or at least let me be alive for the next entry.
Farts, Bombs, and Nucleur Gas,
Gazzy (the gasman)
