Mma's diary

MY SCHOOL BAG My school bag, you've been a total trooper carrying my books up and down, even sleeping on the floor after a long day of being lugged around. I mean, you should be thanking your lucky stars you're not alive, or you'd have been toast by now from all the swinging, twisting, and flinging I've put you through. But hey, you've never complained, so kudos to you. Your time is almost up, though - you're looking a bit cranky, old, and dirty. Today's your last day, and I'm getting a new you.

Mine is chul how about you don't spoil the fun

Gentle soul