D. Pope
An ancient, hairless man who can't pass a test and can't get a girl. He smells like a toilet and looks like a ghost.
D. Pope tried to teach me algebra. He said 2 + 2 was 5. I asked why. He said, 'Because I said so.'
D. Pope tried to text my sister. He sent her a picture of a cat wearing a hat. It was the worst.
My dog ran away from D. Pope. He's that scary.