This is probably the third time I read this entry. I love reading things about our past. You ARE my alternate memory. Plus the fact that this story makes me laugh HARD!

Wow....

That is like the hardest shit ever... go Britt-nay!!!

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Ooh, i have a bullly story....


My bully-story is weird.

My bully punched me in the face and i didn't even feel it because i was so scared/adrenalized.

So i just stood there and laughed all crazylike until they thought i was strange.....

Yow! Did you invent the "school bus story" genre, or did you just perfect it?

Here's my (dinky) school bus story:

One year, the bus driver kept admonishing us that we were too noisy, but we figured he was just a grumpy geezer and ignored him. Finally, the driver rigged a cassette recorder and microphone in the bus to document our oppressive caterwauling (apparently, there were those who doubted his story).

Not every kid noticed the microphone, but those who did see the fat magic marker-looking thing, dangling by its wire from the little fan-in-a-cage mounted above the driver, generally had these reactions:

1. What is that??
2. Wait, it's a microphone--the old crazy guy is recording us! Better keep quiet.
3. Hmm, getting bored . . .
4. Oh well, might as well live up to the billing! (bus explodes in cacophony of squeaky kids' voices)

I think the whole busload of kids had to meet with the principal, and then at the end of the year the driver retired.

What right honorable brother ColdChef said.

You really need to write a book. Seriously. :)

GO ON WITH YOUR BAD ASS SELF. HEHE. YOU REMEMBERED THAT THEY WERE CALLED HOODS (thats some funny shit). I REMEMBER GETTING ON THAT DAMN BUS AND HAVING NOWHERE TO SIT. OOH I HATED THAT.

w00t! Here's to longer entries!

Remind me never to fuck with you.

Did you do all of this while wearing the cheerleader outfit? I'm just sayin'.