Dear Professor, My Dog Ate My Homework
Then he shit it out with all the right answers filled in. And that’s why I’m acing this class.
I know you must hear this all the time, but this time it’s true: my dog ate my homework.
Then he took a shit all over the kitchen floor, and inside the heaping mound of doggy doo-doo was my assignment: intact and with all the right answers filled in. And this happens every single night. And that’s why I’m absolutely crushing this class.
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