Why mus I go on in here? tis hard enough to hear them bumble around and fumble around with their speeches and their talks. But their readings! Oh their readings! These are the worst by far. Just how much was learned by these few? Was nothing taught them in grammer school? What have the done to be cursed with this not being able to read? They trip over words like so many potholes lining the paths of their thoughts. Why, why can't they say something intellegent? But it doesn't matter for they do not care. As for me and the other three, we are doomed to sit; and to listen to their babblings and their whinings and their incoherant thoughts all jumbled into one mass sentence; And finally the hour has passed and they are out of my life for one more day.Birth sign: Leo
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