Lightning never strikes the same spot twice unless you really don't deserve to live. Mom told me that. Her cousin Toad was hit 47 times one Saturday afternoon while eating a peanut butter sandwich at the park. He said he lost count at about 12 and was more bothered by the indigestion than anything else but we have it all on film so it's official. Maybe it was the peanut butter. I can't say for sure because I'm not really an expert in these matters but I do know that generally speaking, peanut butter is not known to attract a lot of flies, but lightning could be a different story. Mom isn't so sure. Maybe we'll know more after the autopsy but Toad will have to die first, so it could be a while yet.
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Grace Period was my kindergarten teacher. My time with her was only an apostrophe.
Hermione Wombat was my 3rd grade teacher, and one of the less obvious of the teachers in my experience. But then I did have only one 3rd grade teacher during my school years. The rest were all much worse.
Saw my third grade teacher yesterday. They were hanging her. Old. She was really, really old. Maybe they had nowhere else to put her.
Twillia Thurmanfinger was not my Grade Zero teacher, but I'm sure that my life would have been richer if she had been. Plus, she dealt drugs.
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Me? Closed my school last week — all the parakeets flew off, so what's the point?
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so says eff: sporadic spurts of grade eff distraction
definitions: outdoor terms
fiyh: dave's little guide to ultralight backpacking stoves
boyb: dave's little guide to backpacks
snorpy bits: nibbling away at your sanity
last seen receding: missives from a certain mobile homer
noseyjoe: purposefully poking my proboscis into technicals
