techa waz mad at britane, which is meh
y u hurt hariey
i waz gunna punch u byt i punch harry, sorreh lenard
i say
no its harreh
he said with hos mouth
no talkin
techah say
shut up techa
harre and i say
i look at harrye
he look hottie
wabna sneek out fo detentone cootie potooti
he asks me
yets
i sad bak
wen the techa waznt lokkin we jumpe out widnow and fall on grasse
i like grass
habrry sayd
i like u lenard
its harrenh
