BSBFB

Mom can dress me like a sailor in the Shirley Temple Navy all she wants, but I can always take my wagon down to the library and get The History of Discovery.

After ten years of shooing you off this fence, the old widow that lives there will hire you to paint it. After that, you will mow her lawn for free, unasked, until she goes to her reward.

“What time is it?”
“Third period, I think.”

Pew pew pew BCHWWWWWW! Pow. Aaaaaaggghhhh…