Last night, as I sat in the 409 eating spagetti and watching glee, the telephone rang. When I picked it up, I heard a(n) running sound. It was my warm friend chris. He told me that he couldn't solve the 8 problems that mr lahana had assigned for homework.

I'm pretty cold in math, so it took me only 7 minutes to figure out the answers. “These problems are easy!” I told him. “Use your wendy's.”

“It's broken!” he said. “I think my leopards flew over it.”

“Then you'll just have to use your fingers!” I suggested walk.

“cool!! You're a big help! The next time I need advice, I'll call michael jakson,” he shouted.

I don't know why chris was so mad. Did he want me to give him the answers?