Yesterday I caught a glimpse of a newspaper headline, something about the sky falling for the Air Force, whose equipment is aging rapidly. My coworker D said to me, “I just hate it when that happens to our weapons of mass destruction.”
For my birthday I was given a poster, which is now on my classroom wall. It says, “It will be a great day when our schools get all the money they need and the air force has to hold a bake sale to buy a bomber.”
Time for a bake sale! (Just keep the sweets healthy, for the old bombers’ sakes.)
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Anonymous
i hope they hold a bake sale for me when i start aging rapidly