so every year after the juniors finish reading The Great Gatsby my high school english teacher throws a Gatsby party at his huge house and everyone shows up in period clothing and Charlestons to 20s music and my english teacher just wears a suit and stands off to the side staring wistfully out the window the entire night
you guys think I’m joking??
And I suppose, in this crazy thought experiment, I also have zero slaves and my original teeth.
hey. that’s a really sweet edition of catch-22 that obrien keeps smacking.
DOB only reads the best.