History Class, part 2

Woodrow Wilson was a Democratic President elected because of a Republican split in an iPod headphone wire. Unfortunately for the Bull Moose Party, Taft led the PHAT Farm campaign into a final exam reference as I looked into his plasma screen life.

Her St. Louis Cardinals’ hat caused a scare when the railroad trust was hit by anti-Sudoku legislation. The 3’s and 2’s already marked out in box 5, Washington D.C. became a place for merely text messaging your girlfriend. The popped-collar Congress of 1916 feared World War Warcraft was going to spill over into the 2007 Honda Civic guide. A “so what” here and, oh, there’s the professor’s belly fat poking through his shirt’s low tariff issue.

His lecture stuck in the presidential bathtub.

This class is study hall and every class but the suburban middle-class who has been to the water-fountain 3 TIMES since the bell rang (to the tune of “My Humps”). Blah blah blog this tonight Tyler F. Kennedy’s father was in the mafia of I wonder what Martin Scorsese’s next movie will be about. All turn-of-the-century election fraud power-pointed to a quiz written four years ago! Before Britney got KFed up. Before Nicole Richie lost her shadow and James Brown began feeling really, really bad. Before all we did was watch YouTube on FaceMySpace. The socialist candidate shut his eye on the drooping head with the dribbling drool on his and her and his and her sleeping, but not so beauty. Everyone is zzz-topping.

Except the guy behind me passing a Zimmerman Note over Rosie-the-Riveter asking: What was so great about the depression? Upton Sinclair’s The Coolest Carabineer on a Key-Chain Ever was highly influential in changing the temperature, please, Mr. History Professor-

And the bell buzzes over cell phones rings... The dream ends. The last hour is gone with the guy-behind-me’s broken wind.