I give you no sympathy for this.
Basically I had forgotten my assignments for art at home so I just grabbed a sheet of printer paper and drew so I looked like I was doing something productive. Then my art teacher came by and saw what I was drawing.
Now he wants me to redraw it on this big ass piece of paper so he can keep a copy himself.
Brbsuffocatingmyself
I give you no sympathy for this.
In Flanders fields the poppies blow;
Between the crosses, row on row;
That mark our place; and in the sky;
The larks, still bravely singing, fly;
Scarce heard amid the guns below.
In Flanders fields the poppies blow;
Between the crosses, row on row;
That mark our place; and in the sky;
The larks, still bravely singing, fly;
Scarce heard amid the guns below.
Gavin from Roosterteeth.
" Careful now. We don't want to get blood all over your pretty white cloak. "
In Flanders fields the poppies blow;
Between the crosses, row on row;
That mark our place; and in the sky;
The larks, still bravely singing, fly;
Scarce heard amid the guns below.