So, the other day I went to a really fancy restutaunt for my birthday. I ordered everthing in French, which surprised everybody. It was a chinese resturaunt.
So, then I went home and immidiately fell asleep. I then had a dream I was eating a ten pound marshmallow. The next morning, my pillow was gone.
And then, (oh, the horror) I went to school. It's hard enough dealing with these torture devices they call "number two pencils," but when my teacher asked
"are you chewing gum, young man?" I said,
"No, maim, i'm Cameron Johnson." Teachers, am I right?