The last post in this category was a really long time ago, so...
I went to school.
Alrighty then.
The last post in this category was a really long time ago, so...
I went to school.
Alrighty then.
Thank you, thank you, thank you.
You may go.
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Blue, Just a cotton pickin' minute... He didn't say 1 or 2.
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"I'm not from your planet, monkey boy!"
I was a hall monitor, so never needed a pass.
From your wise-crack answers, you two strike me as the kind that would run in the hallways.
But never with scissors!
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I only ran in the hallways when bored with skipping or "traipsing."
...and by the way... you strike me as the kind who ate library paste and shewed on their Crayolas.
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"I'm not from your planet, monkey boy!"
I only ran in the hallways when bored with skipping or "traipsing."
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Oh yea? Take this: pa-ting. You've just been hit with an e-spit wad. (And, yes, my parents got to be close, personal friends with the principal.)
There was this time that shooting others with spit balls was all the rage. I was leaning back in my chair, yawning, when this guy shot a spit wad across the room at me. It went right down my throat! So I plotted my revenge. I saw him a few days later, in the library, chatting up a girl. I had a plastic tube that was about 1 1/2 cm ID. I chewed up around 50 spit wads. (This took a good deal of the study hall.) I loaded them into the tube and called this guy's name. He popped his head above the top of the cubicle, not unlike a gopher coming up from its burrow, and I heaved a huge breath into the breach-end of this tube. He was plastered with little white speckles, glued to his face with my saliva. There was even an outline of his upper torso on the wall behind him. Revenge, back then, was very sweet.
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