Omfg!!

you murderer! I'll sue cermie too

cermie: most of the fish you'll find at a fish place are headless, that won't help much 😛

HH: 😂 I can't wait to see this sorry excuse of a fish 😛

😂

🙂

*waits patiently*

i still have to paint. ill post pic soon.

cry HURRY UP!!!

🙂

We want to see the fish!!! 🙂

you'll sue me!!??

yeah, just to annoy you 😈

well..........who'll be your lawyer?

I'll represent myself 😱

Like Dale Gribble did in "Dale Gribble vs Manitoba Tobacco" 😮‍💨

or Homer Simpson when he ran over the Queen 😉

No sueing- how abou you make a diarama! remember those? Youo could make to halves of the fish (in 3D paper/ clay/ you figure it out) and then you can put them together....when you separate the two fish halves, you can have a dagram of the fish innards!! gills connected to lungs, brain, heart, skelletal framework etc. It will be brilliant....whoooo..hhahahah... a masterpiece or a diarama

just don't use a van 😖

he already did it

or at least I hope he did because he said it was due Monday 🙄

i finished. honestly i cant take pic cuz ima bit busy with homework and the project is at school. but the teacher will give it back in a week or two 🙁

be patient you bastards!! 🙂 😂

Oh, I'm plenty patient. Calm like a bomb. 🪩

😂 😄 Genius^^

oh hey hock dude I think you'd like the lyrics to that song: (rock song 😉 ) (no it's not a typo the guy pronounces it "tha" instead of "the"... and that's how they write it in the little booklet thing)

My narrative fearless
Word war returns to burn
Like Baldwin home from Paris, Uh
Like steel from a furnace
I was born landless
Yes its tha native son
Born of Zapatas guns
Stroll through the shanties
And tha cities remains
Same bodies buried hungry
But with different last names
The vultures robbin everything
Leave nothing but chains
Pick a point on the globe
Yes tha pictures tha same
Theres a bank, theres a church, a myth and a hearse
A mall and a loan, a child dead at birth
Theres a widow pig parrot
A rebel to tame
A whitehooded judge
A syringe and a vein
And the riot be the rhyme of the unheard

What ya say? What ya say? What ya say? What?
Calm like a bomb

This aint subliminal
Feel the critical mass approach horizon
Tha pulse of the condemned
Sound off Americas demise
Tha anti-myth rhythm rock shocker
Yes I spit fire
Hope lies in the smoldering rubble of empires
Yes back through tha shanties and tha cities remains
Same bodies buried hungry, uh-huh
With different last names, uh-huh
The vultures robbin everyone
Leave nothing but chains
Pick a point here at home
Yes the pictures tha same
Theres a field full of slaves
Some corn and some debt
Theres a ditch full of bodies
Tha check for the rent
Theres a tap, tha phone, tha silence of stone
The numb black screen
That be feelin like home
And the riot be the rhyme of the unheard

What ya say? What ya say? What ya say? What?

Calm like a bomb

Theres a mass without roofs
A prison to fill
Theres a countrys soul that reads post no bills
Theres a strike and a line of cops outside of tha mill
Theres a right to obey
And a right to kill