"Frank Warren: Son, you have a post card!!! Let's see here... doo-dee-doo-de-do-do, I'm sure he won't mind me read-... *mumble, mumble* (READING SO'S MAIL) One time, when my Dad was being a total d*****, I throw in tooth brush in th- HEYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYY!!!"
For A.P. class, Ms. A has devised yet another marvelous assignment for us... (And there was much rejoicing... KIDDING, Kidding... ) THIS time, we are going on "Post Secrets" ( A website where people confess their personal "secrets" for the entire planet to see...) and basically being creepers (I kid, I kid...) Some make you pee their so hilarious, others are extremely honest, but some make you want to baul your eyes out because their that depressing... You see, for those people, this is the only way they can let their deepest secrets out... But what I don't understand is why post it for the world to see? Attention, compliments?... who knows, I personally don't "thrive" or "get a kick" out of gossip and secrets... The guy that started all this, Frank Warren, even had some secrets of his own. When he was a little boy, he went to St. Casimirs church mostly every day and enjoyed every minute of it. Then as he became older, he took C.C.D (You know, Confraternity of Christian Doctrine?) Well, one day he confessed to his priest and said, "I, uh, I have told lies" and the priest told him to pray a dozen times... This was the last time he went to confession and long story short, he started "POST SECRETS"
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