A journey deep inside the twisted mind of Elizaduck. Yuck.
While discussing the forthcoming picnic, Elizabeth suggested that it might be a laugh if Dave (Rosie's pet slug/ other half), Dan (a random egg) and Matters played twister together and writhed around in see-through trousers in a gay orgy style while she watched. She claims that she wasn't being serious but she was salivating at the thought. She is a pervert.
THIS IS A WARNING TO THE NATION. SHE WANTS TO BE A TEACHER, DON'T LET YOUR CHILDREN ANYWHERE NEAR HER. SHE WILL REFUSE TO TEACH THEM SEX EDUCATION AND THEN MOLEST THEM TO DEATH AND THEY WILL GROW UP SICK AND TWISTED LIKE HER. AFTER THEY'VE BEEN MOLESTED TO DEATH OF COURSE.
Seeing as we've dedicated a whole page to this we need to think of something else to write. We really DON'T want to draw a picture.
This is a serious poem Liz wrote to express her pent up sexual frustration which weez goff like to comment on throughout year 10. "You're sexually frustated Liz." she would cry. STOP IT.
"My Dog sleeps on a log.He has a friend who is a hog.The dog and the hog like to play in a bog.My Dog likes to eat meat.But, I have to make it sweetand I forgot to tell you his name is Pete.My Dog likes to read.The book he reads is called "Weed".He has a collar with only one bead.My Dog is fuzzy and white.When people are mean he likes to bite,and when people are nice he doesn't fight."
Profound eh? Mr Kilroy gave her D+ for it. Seeing as this is a rare occasion in which we're using the colour pink, liz believes that "when" she dies her hair it will go the above colour. How likely is this?