Stuff I Wanna Write About.
posted by Mike at 10:28 AM
When I was in grade school there was this girl who fell in a mud puddle. She said me and my friend pushed her into it. We'd never even seen her before. No justice, even at the gradeschool level. It's a jungle out there.
Awwww, c'mon Mort. Admit to your crime. You'll feel so much better getting it off your chest.
I'm innocent, man... Why are you shaving my head and strapping me in that big wooden chair? Oh well, they always get you for the one you didn't do.
I heard Rock paper scissors is next. Cause tou could hit someone with the rock, stab someone with the scissors, and the paper killed a tree.
stab someone with the scissorsAnd where's the fun otherwise?
No tag? What is this, Russia?
I still remember the kid down the street that was never allowed to play with us rough kids.His mom kept him indoors most of his life.When he did play with us, he did get hurt, because he hadn't a clue how *not* to get hurt when running, jumping, etc...Twice I got in trouble for getting him hurt.The first time, we were trying to teach him to ride a bicycle. He fell down and skinned his knee.The second time, a gang of us was planning to take down a monster wasp nest. We all threw a rock and ran. He just stood there.He never learned how to be a kid and how to fall down, or how to recognize danger. He never had the benefit of the little lessons that most of us took for granted.I wonder what he does today?
CEO? Vice President of the United States?
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