Mr. Decote's reading,

  • Mr. Decote: Alright Cyrus I want you to be the farmer
  • Me: Alright
  • Mr. Decote: Okay now we're going to have to find you a wife.
  • Me: She goes to Piedmont.
  • Class: AWWWWWWWWWWWWWWH OMG !!!
  • Mr. Decote: Married already?
  • Me: Hahahahaha yep (=