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REBLOG if you agree…
In the morning when you look for something to wear…
Your wardrobe in your eyes:
Reality (for your parents):
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I just had a thought, You know when you walk in a room and you just forget why you went in there? What if life was like a game of sims? And God just deletes the action you were about to do?
I’m pretty sure this is what happens. God is playing Sims.
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The best excuse. :))
- Teacher: Where's your homework?
- Girl: Um... (looks to boyfriend for help)
- Boy: It was my fault. Sorry.
- Girl: (whispers) What are you doing?
- (he smiled & winked at her)
- Teacher: What?
- Boy: It was my fault.
- Teacher: How so?
- Boy: I walked her to school today
- & offered to carry her books.
- Teacher: So where's her homework?
- Boy: I dropped it.
- Teacher: Why?
- Boy: I dropped it when I was beating up a guy for saying you weren't the best teacher ever.
- (everyone laughs & teacher smiles)
- Teacher: I'll give you one more day
- to get it finished.
