MY COMB STORY

BEFORE YOU BLAME IT ON THAT JUNIOR SIBLING OF YOURS, BE SURE ITS NOT YOU(I MEAN DONT BE TOO SURE IT HIM/HER)

I WAS HURYING TO GO OUT BUT AFTER I FRESHEND-UP I DINT SEE MY COMB WHERE ITS USUALLY KEPT, MY YOUNGER SIS STAYS WITH ME AND AS FAR AS I WAS CONCERNED (SHE IS THE ONLY ONE THAT CAN PICK SOMETHING AND NOT RETURN IT TO THE SAME PLACE AFTER USE SO I TOLD HER TO GIVE ME THE COMB WHEREVER SHE KEPT IT(AND FAST) SHE CHECKED AND DINT FIND, INSTEAD OF GETTING ANGRY I STARTED TO TINK OF THE LAST TIME I SAW THE COMB AND I REMEMBERD I HAD PUT IT IN MY BAG TOOK IT TO SCHOOL BECAUSE I WAS GOING STRAIT TO CHURCH(AFTER LECTURES) I CHECKED THE BAG AND IT WAS THERE

PLEASE ALWAYS THINK AND CHECK BEFORE BLAMING IT ON SOMEONE ELS