Four more days until the deadline. Get those applications in!
Jeff: Zoila, I'm going to need you to go get us some breakfast. And by "get", I mean cook, and by "us", I mean me.
Zoila: What will I eat, Jeff?
Jeff: We're running low on money, so we're going to have to cut someone's meals. That person was unforunately you.
Zoila: Shut up Jeff. I make me bacon for me! No for you.
Jeff & Zoila are waiting and ready to race. :)
(Oh, a Pokemon team! I was into Blue/Red and Gold/Silver, so those old programs will always remain dear to my heart. Sorry, but these new Pokemons suck balls.)
Jeff: Zoila, I'm going to need you to go get us some breakfast. And by "get", I mean cook, and by "us", I mean me.
Zoila: What will I eat, Jeff?
Jeff: We're running low on money, so we're going to have to cut someone's meals. That person was unforunately you.
Zoila: Shut up Jeff. I make me bacon for me! No for you.
Jeff & Zoila are waiting and ready to race. :)
(Oh, a Pokemon team! I was into Blue/Red and Gold/Silver, so those old programs will always remain dear to my heart. Sorry, but these new Pokemons suck balls.)
