I met Igor when I was 18 (6 years ago) but we have only been proper friends for two years because before that he was fat and had a bob, now we work together. When he was a child he escaped his third world homeland of Bosnia and jumped into Australia's multicultural melting pot.
When I got into work today I was in the shittiest mood, having had only three hours sleep after studying for 20 hours straight. However, all these bad feeling melted away when Igor presented me with an exercise book filled with his 12 year-old attempts at learning English as a second language.
This is his journey...
Whatever you do, don't swallow the fucking chocolate
This kind of reminds me of that Simpsons episode where Lisa organises Moe's retarded scrawling into poetry and he becomes a literary sensation.
Ah yes the short-lived distribution of Herbal Essences Shampoon collection, 1996 was a different time.
Also "I comb my hair with a comr"?? You've got to be shitting me, the answer was RIGHT THERE.
Great effort indeed, F fucking minus Igor.
In Bosnia local caretaker is horse.
Igor has sadly made little progress since 1996. At least he knows how to milk a yak and make a mean rock soup.
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