Oh, this exists? This hasn't been updated in...three months? What are you on about?
Anyways.
Quick question:
Have you ever come across a name, any name, and you just feel compelled to say it in a really, really stereotypical English/London accent? Maybe even a little posh? (What am I talking about; I ain't bout dat poshness)
So.
In our school, there's this teacher.
(Much shock. Such amaze. Wow. Very info.)
And this teacher is named Mr Milarvie. (Yes, it's spelt just as you say it.)
And... I don't know how it happened (that's a lie, I do know how it happened; I'm tired of all these lies) but we just started calling him Mistehr Milawhvie.
Like
Complete
Disregard for our own Scottish surroundings
'Mistehr
Mil-awh-veeeeee'
Don't ask.
There's is no answer.
There are no words.
It's a FREAKIN MASTERPIECE AND YOU WILL TREAT IT AS SUCH (it's not)
IT IS
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I'll just...end this here.
Hm.
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The Antics and Fudged Up Sugar Within My Non-existent Life
Non-FictionSo basically, in a simpler version of the title, I have no life. From choking on air to 'nom'ing a sandwich, this is a little collection of the rather memorable events in this soul. Yup.
