A high-school student came home one night rather depressed.
"What's the matter, son?" asked his mother.
"Aw, gee," said the boy, "It's my grades. They're all wet."
"What do you mean all wet?'"
"You know," he replied, "...below C-level."
Monday, August 20, 2007
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