Sorry, I'm sort of stumped for what to say now. I can't really remember what the whole affair was a'bough't, but I'm pretty sure I was the root of the problem. I really was rotten, unbeleafably so. I guess these jokes were all deciduous though, they were bound to fall flat. After awhile, my friends wanted me to leaf, tried to uproot me, even when I explained 'Treedom of speech'. Funny though, I thought they would be a stickler for these type of jokes. Now it's all ingrained in our memories. Sticks and stones I guess. I tried to branch out the conversation by talking about my maths class; I handled square roots fine, but couldn't do logs. I had music halfway through though, so I guess I really had a lesson on logarithms.
These jokes are growing kind of old now. I guess I was just barking up the wrong tree.
After all that transpired, I should be locked up in a cellulose. Oh well, you only leaf once.
Leaf long and prosper,
Pie :3
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