“You have chronic whip marks on your back!” announced the doctor. “How’d ya get ‘em?”
“Well,” the chattel whispered, “it happened circa three days ago. My cerebral, but cruel master was admiring his citadel. I guess I startled him when I brought his milk with pumpkins. It wasn’t my fault that he knocked the bowl out of my hands, which went all over him.”
“Why was it milk with pumpkins?” questioned the doctor. “And not to rush you, but I have to go to attend my daughter’s first caucus. She married the king of Candy Land!”
“That’s really nice to know and it’s his favorite…” grunted the chattel. “Anyways, back to the story! He was really mad at me so he started chiding me. All of a sudden, he started whipping me. That guy told me he was actually ‘certified’ on doing so.”
“Sir,” the doctor spoke, “You have five more minutes to tell your minutes or else I’ll have to chide you to get out of here.”
“Okay, okay!” whined the chattel. “Gosh… He chased me down until I almost fell down the chasm. Then he scolded me saying I was never cerebral, like him. I later found out that whipping me was my master’s catharsis on relieving stress.”
“Wait, isn’t that against the eighth amendment?” asked the doctor. “And I’m off to the caucus!”
"Sadie," Laura asked, "will you please tell me a story?"
"Okay, but afterwards you must go to sleep or else!" Sadie chided. "Once upon a time, there was a king and a queen who lived in a citadel circa 1600," Sadie announced. "There was a chronic disease going around the kingdom, so they held a caucus to discuss the issue. They later came to a conclusion that everyone needs to go to a catharsis class and become certified," Sadie explained. "Once everyone is certified, the king and queen will be able to determine who is crazy or not," Sadie told Laura.
"What happened next?" Laura questioned.
"Well, people who had the disease were either forced to become a chattel and work on a farm, or they were pushed off into a chasm!" Sadie exclaimed. "Only the cerebral people knew that the water is what was spreading the disease," concluded Sadie. The end!
Once a upon a time, there was a mean boy named Jon.He would always pick on cerebral kids for fun. One day after beating some kid, the kid screamed"One day, all the smart kids will laugh at you and you'll cry for beating us up!". After 20 years the kids grew up and became certified in teaching. Jon however, became a janitor in the school. All the kids that Jon picked on chided him on how mean he was. They all laughed and pitied Jon. In the end Jon killed himself by jumping into a deep chasm.
"A crying session is a good catharsis when you are feeling hurt," Spoke my mom.
"When I'm not in the mood to talk, listening to music is catharsis," Jayden announced.
"Falling asleep after you cry is a catharsis," My dad spoke.
"Listening to music after a big argument is also a catharsis," My mom announced.
Out of nowhere Tiana screamed, "Because my brain isn't to cerebral, I fell down a chasm and got a headache that was so chronic! When I got home, my mom chided me to watch where I was going. All of this commotion was so annoying that I decided to go to sleep. After, when I woke up from my nap, I felt cathartic."
“I’m glad that the caucus was at the beach,” announced Lisa. “Me too,” spoke Danielle, “The beach made me feel cathartic.” “The only problem was Bill’s chronic complaining and attitude,” talked Brianea. “At least he’s very cerebral on technology,” spoke Lisa. “True, but he chided us a lot.” talked Brianea. “Why did he scold you guys?” asked Lisa. “Because we kept going by that chasm that we were near by,” replied Brianea. “Well he’s not certified to scold you guys,” spoke Lisa, “We were allowed to observe that chasm.” “He treats me like his chattel,” spoke Tom, “He thinks that just because he made videos and games circa 2007, he can order me around and tell me what to do. “He’s lucky that I’m a citadel of strength!” exclaimed Brianea, “One day, he’s going to make me explode!” “Thank you for telling me this,” talked Lisa, “I’m going to talk to Bill about this.” “Thank you,” replied everyone.
"Did you hear?" Jenny whispered. "Hear what?" Mike asked. "Ms. Lee threw June into a chasm!" Jenny chided. "Ms. Lee is not cerebral," Mike complained. "I think Ms. Lee has to check in a catharsis immediately," Jenny answered. "Yeah, I've seen behaviors like these for circa five years," Mike replied. "Is it true that if you don't treat the sickness as soon as possible, it might be chronic?" Jenny asked. "Yep," Mike muttered.
“When I go to therapy,” Bob announced, “it is cathartic for my brain.” “I went to a caucus,” continued Shawn, “but it was boring since it was silent so the politicians could make decisions.” “I wish I was as cerebral as you,” the quarterback whined, “so I could call the right plays.” “In order to be a doctor,” moaned Billy, “I have to be certified.” “When we went to the grand canyon,” Austin announced, “I tripped and almost fell into a chasm.” “Back then,” Mr. Honjiyo announced, “African Americans were chattel.” “When I talked back to my mother,” Justin Bieber announced, “she chided me for being a bad boy.” “When my sister was sick,” Fred continued, “she had chronic coughing.” Fred announced, “I have ancient Chinese swords produced circa 1900.” “My dad is a king,” Billy bragged, “so I live in a citadel.”
At the caucus, the senators agreed that you cannot own a firearm unless you have certified it with a local police station. Some people protested against the decision for a chronic time, and were thrown down a secret chasm. “They can give us a catharsis for mentally distributed patients. But, can not make us certify our firearms by the police!” protested a protester. After circa 1 month, the senates decided to build a citadel for the people to certify there firearms. “Good thing my parents told me that I was not cerebral if I bought a firearm. They would chide me if I got one,” he told his wife after reading the article.
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The congress had a big caucus explaning,"Down with taxes!"
Bob announced,"WOW, what a big citadel!"
The doctor explaned to me,"Your friend Leighton is suffering from a chronic headache."
At the hospital…
“You have chronic whip marks on your back!” announced the doctor. “How’d ya get ‘em?”
“Well,” the chattel whispered, “it happened circa three days ago. My cerebral, but cruel master was admiring his citadel. I guess I startled him when I brought his milk with pumpkins. It wasn’t my fault that he knocked the bowl out of my hands, which went all over him.”
“Why was it milk with pumpkins?” questioned the doctor. “And not to rush you, but I have to go to attend my daughter’s first caucus. She married the king of Candy Land!”
“That’s really nice to know and it’s his favorite…” grunted the chattel. “Anyways, back to the story! He was really mad at me so he started chiding me. All of a sudden, he started whipping me. That guy told me he was actually ‘certified’ on doing so.”
“Sir,” the doctor spoke, “You have five more minutes to tell your minutes or else I’ll have to chide you to get out of here.”
“Okay, okay!” whined the chattel. “Gosh… He chased me down until I almost fell down the chasm. Then he scolded me saying I was never cerebral, like him. I later found out that whipping me was my master’s catharsis on relieving stress.”
“Wait, isn’t that against the eighth amendment?” asked the doctor. “And I’m off to the caucus!”
The End…
"When I let out all my anger I feel cathartic," smiled Nicole.
"I wish I was in the government so I can be the host of a big caucus," announced Bob.
"Sydnie is such a cerebral person," admitted Breana.
"I'm going to certify my license after I finish school!" hollered Fred.
"If I ever walked on a tight rope I would feel like I would have a chasm," whined Shyane.
"I wish I had a chattel of my own," sang Victoria.
"I will chide you if you ever lie to me again!" yelled my mom.
"This video was made circa 2008," noted Patrick.
"My chronic friends can't stop gossiping about other people," sighed April.
"I wonder if we have a citadel here on this island?" Hannah asked.
"Sadie," Laura asked, "will you please tell me a story?"
"Okay, but afterwards you must go to sleep or else!" Sadie chided. "Once upon a time, there was a king and a queen who lived in a citadel circa 1600," Sadie announced. "There was a chronic disease going around the kingdom, so they held a caucus to discuss the issue. They later came to a conclusion that everyone needs to go to a catharsis class and become certified," Sadie explained. "Once everyone is certified, the king and queen will be able to determine who is crazy or not," Sadie told Laura.
"What happened next?" Laura questioned.
"Well, people who had the disease were either forced to become a chattel and work on a farm, or they were pushed off into a chasm!" Sadie exclaimed. "Only the cerebral people knew that the water is what was spreading the disease," concluded Sadie. The end!
Once a upon a time, there was a mean boy named Jon.He would always pick on cerebral kids for fun. One day after beating some kid, the kid screamed"One day, all the smart kids will laugh at you and you'll cry for beating us up!". After 20 years the kids grew up and became certified in teaching. Jon however, became a janitor in the school. All the kids that Jon picked on chided him on how mean he was. They all laughed and pitied Jon. In the end Jon killed himself by jumping into a deep chasm.
"Why did you have to chide Bobby?" whimpered Sally.
“Well Bobby and John had a big chasm,” announced Mrs. Crystal, “so a fight broke out between them.”
"A crying session is a good catharsis when you are feeling hurt," Spoke my mom.
"When I'm not in the mood to talk, listening to music is catharsis," Jayden announced.
"Falling asleep after you cry is a catharsis," My dad spoke.
"Listening to music after a big argument is also a catharsis," My mom announced.
Out of nowhere Tiana screamed, "Because my brain isn't to cerebral, I fell down a chasm and got a headache that was so chronic! When I got home, my mom chided me to watch where I was going. All of this commotion was so annoying that I decided to go to sleep. After, when I woke up from my nap, I felt cathartic."
"I will chide you if you lie!" The teacher yelled at her class.
"We will have a caucus!" The president yelled.
"I can't believe it, I'm a certifed author!" He cried to his friends.
"I think kids are chattel to their parents," Matt replied.
“I’m glad that the caucus was at the beach,” announced Lisa.
“Me too,” spoke Danielle, “The beach made me feel cathartic.”
“The only problem was Bill’s chronic complaining and attitude,” talked Brianea.
“At least he’s very cerebral on technology,” spoke Lisa.
“True, but he chided us a lot.” talked Brianea.
“Why did he scold you guys?” asked Lisa.
“Because we kept going by that chasm that we were near by,” replied Brianea.
“Well he’s not certified to scold you guys,” spoke Lisa, “We were allowed to observe that chasm.”
“He treats me like his chattel,” spoke Tom, “He thinks that just because he made videos and games circa 2007, he can order me around and tell me what to do.
“He’s lucky that I’m a citadel of strength!” exclaimed Brianea, “One day, he’s going to make me explode!”
“Thank you for telling me this,” talked Lisa, “I’m going to talk to Bill about this.”
“Thank you,” replied everyone.
"Did you hear?" Jenny whispered.
"Hear what?" Mike asked.
"Ms. Lee threw June into a chasm!" Jenny chided.
"Ms. Lee is not cerebral," Mike complained.
"I think Ms. Lee has to check in a catharsis immediately," Jenny answered.
"Yeah, I've seen behaviors like these for circa five years," Mike replied.
"Is it true that if you don't treat the sickness as soon as possible, it might be chronic?" Jenny asked.
"Yep," Mike muttered.
"Have you ever seen the citadel hill?" whispered Tyler-Rae.
“When I go to therapy,” Bob announced, “it is cathartic for my brain.”
“I went to a caucus,” continued Shawn, “but it was boring since it was silent so the politicians could make decisions.”
“I wish I was as cerebral as you,” the quarterback whined, “so I could call the right plays.”
“In order to be a doctor,” moaned Billy, “I have to be certified.”
“When we went to the grand canyon,” Austin announced, “I tripped and almost fell into a chasm.”
“Back then,” Mr. Honjiyo announced, “African Americans were chattel.”
“When I talked back to my mother,” Justin Bieber announced, “she chided me for being a bad boy.”
“When my sister was sick,” Fred continued, “she had chronic coughing.”
Fred announced, “I have ancient Chinese swords produced circa 1900.”
“My dad is a king,” Billy bragged, “so I live in a citadel.”
At the caucus, the senators agreed that you cannot own a firearm unless you have certified it with a local police station. Some people protested against the decision for a chronic time, and were thrown down a secret chasm.
“They can give us a catharsis for mentally distributed patients. But, can not make us certify our firearms by the police!” protested a protester. After circa 1 month, the senates decided to build a citadel for the people to certify there firearms.
“Good thing my parents told me that I was not cerebral if I bought a firearm. They would chide me if I got one,” he told his wife after reading the article.
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