Читать книгу ‘Knocked out by my nunga-nungas.’ - Louise Rennison - Страница 39

The “lovebirds” went off to the pencil factory. They only got Libby to go with them because she thinks they are going to go and see the pencil people.

And I do mean pencil people. Not people who make pencils. Pencil people. People who are pencils. She’ll go ballistic when she finds out it’s just some boring Scottish bloke making pencils.

Oh I am SO bored. Hours and hours of wasted snogging opportunities.