There's a boy that's not allowed to pick things up off the ground. One day he sees €100 on the pavement. He's not allowed to pick it up. His grandmother falls down. "Can you help me?". "No". "I'm not allowed to pick things off the ground".
Andrew, your English composition is class over. Go on son, pick any colours you want. (Remember the legibility proviso.)
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3 comments:
Yikes!
Alan
A Good Beer Blog
I can't obstruct my childrens' education.
Yes
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