Rattlesnakes Would Be A Lot

Wayside School Is Falling Down, Falling Down, Falling Down, Wayside School Is Falling Down My Fair Lady. Kids Go Splat As They Hit The Ground, Hit The Ground, Hit The Ground, Kids Go Splat As The Hit The Ground My Fair Lady . Broken Bones And Blood And Gore, Blood And Gore, Blood And Gore, Broken Bones And Blood And Gore My Fair Lady. We Don't Have To Go To School No More, School No More, School No More, We Don't Have To Go To School No More My Fair Lady.

Warning: Do Not Read This Story Right After Eating. In Fact, Don't Read It Right Before Eating Either. In Fact, Just To Be Safe, Don't Read This Story If You're Ever Planning To Eat Again.

I Didn't Become A Good Writer Until I Learned How To Rewrite. And I Don't Just Mean Fixing Spelling And Adding A Comma. I Rewrite Each Of My Books Five Or Six Times, And Each Time I Change Huge Portions Of The Story.

My Parents Played Bridge, And I Remember Being Fascinated Watching Them. I Sometimes Got A Chance To Sit In On A Hand, Which I Loved. But Then I Didn't Actually Play On My Own For About 30 Years.

I May Have Ruined My Life, But At Least I Got To Eat Some Really Good Chinese Food.