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The Russian pumpkin

Once I went to live in another country study in an another school a huge school i made many friends there were a lot of nice teachers but one day when i was waiting for my ride i saw a huge pumpkin walking out of the school he had warts on his face covered with his maroon beard he was wearing a wig clearly because the wind was blowing hard and i could see his bald head when the wig kissed his cheeks his hands were pink and sweaty and he was wearing clothes of the 7th century when he spoke on the phone he spat and rivers of spit traveled down his shirt and the shirt was the funniest piece of clothing on him it looked like he had tied a curtain around him and pinned it with safety pins the buttons were about to fly they couldn't hold on even though he was wearing a shirt which was XXXXXXXXXXL on the back of his pants there was poop bird poop to be specific and when his car came it took him 8 minutes easy just to fit in the car and the driver drove slow because the car could've tipped because of his weight the next day i asked my teacher who was that hideous ugly looking man that went in a black Mercedes yesterday she looked at me in shock and said "that's the principal my boy!!" and suddenly I turned red just like the pants he was wearing!!
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