Favourite things: Hot chocolate
the artist has learned the first lesson of the sea
always bring a spare pencil
The artist has learned the second lesson of the sea.
Always bring a pencil sharpener.
The little boy let out a huff in annoyance as she showed him up with her obviously superior snowball fighting skills. That wasn’t fair. She didn’t even have any robotic parts to back it up. Lame.
Still, he now seemed determined to show her up. He attempted to mimic her movements, and he would have done well if he hadn’t sneezed directly onto the snowball, managing to splatter his (potentially virus filled) snot all over it. GROSS. Boys are gross.
Still, after effectively contaminating the wad of snow, he then proceeded to use his robotic arm to launch it successfully in Mee Mee and Lee Lee’s direction.
God help them if it got on either of them. Even if it didn’t get them sick it was still GROSS.
"DR CHIPOTLE JR CAN THROW THINGS WELL SOMETIMES…"
He shouted absentmindedly. Yeah. He was still just a LITTLE out of it from the medicine he took earlier.
The ballerina had observed proudly as Chip gathered the strength and determination to keep up the snowball fight.
When the little Chippy Chop sneezed his gross-gross snot on the snowball, the ballerina whined “Eww!”
The other ballerinas at the other side of the street observed in horror as the Chilli Pepper prepared the shot with his robotic arm. They screamed and tried to find shield behind the mail box, when the snotty snow ball descended upon their heads, or at least that’s what it appeared.
The ballerina had covered her eyes, she simply couldn’t see the gross-gross snowball hit her two best friends, simply no.
The other two ballerinas were screaming and whining, desperately trying to remove the snotty snow from their coats and hats with their eyes closed.
“Gross, Dee Dee! I’m not playing anymore,” Lee Lee complained.
"Me neither," Mee Mee followed, “I’m outtie.”
The ballerinas walked their way to their houses, complaining and still shaking the remains of the snowball off their clothes.
Dee Dee knew she would regret this tomorrow, but today she was a champion.
"Well done, soldier," the ballerina shook the short boy’s clean hand, “You have won us the war.”
I’d thought you like it.
"He clearly didn’t."
girl are you from mexico becuase you better mexigo away from me
I’m judging you.
“I have heard from a reliable source that you…like…to…dance!”