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 (=