Granted, but the next day you are plauged with a really really really really really really really really really really really really really really really really really really stuffy nose and a really really really really really really really really really really really really really really really really really really really really really really really really really sore throat and you throw up a whole whole whole whole whole whole whole whole whole whole whole whole whole whole whole whole whole lot, and whatever else that indicates sickness.
I wish I had any ideas of how to sabatoge/decorate really stupidly/anything else Andrew's locker WITHOUT GETTING IN TROUBLE!!!!!!. (btw, if you've got any ideas, PM me.)