I should be twelve.
I like girls, just don't expect me to say it out loud.
I hate 'em too - very loudly.
I didn't mean to, somebody pushed me!
School days are way too looooong.
Weekends are way too short and not enough of 'em.
Is it Lunch yet?
Who taped
thumb tacks to my chair seat?!?
I wanna drive it!
But I want one with a motor on it!
Where's the food?
OK, the can's open. Now what?
They are not from K Mart!
Hey! You ever played with a
Harry Potter Broomstick? No, I mean played with one.
Do I gotta do math today?
Who cares who was President in 1841?!? He's dead ya know!
Oh, wow! Stephanie's bending over! Nnnnniiiiiicccccceeeee!
I don't think I'll ever be old enough to get away with that.
If the doctor puts his hand under boys' balls and says to cough, what does he do to girls, grab their tits and say to fart?
See? I would make a great twelve-year-old.
Been there, done that. Being twelve is wasted on people who will spend a whole year learning how to be twelve and when they finally
get it right, they turn thirteen and have to start over. Being twelve
should be reserved for people who already know how.
