>>>>>> teacher, Mr. Winifred Olmstead... My offense was throwing
>>>>>> rocks...  I was sentenced to three swats from his
>>>>>> belt... However, because I refused to cry, he added on
>>>>>> two more, as hard as the puss gutted bully could dole
>>>>>> out! I was still as a tomb, despite his torturous
>>>>>> efforts...  I never told my mom, but later that night
>>>>>> she saw the welts on my ass & legs, and became
>>>>>> outraged... She threatened to sue the school, and / or,
>>>>>> send my father down to that schoolhouse, to kick Mr. Olmstead's
>>>>>> ass! Several meetings followed, and I received a public
>>>>>> apology from the prick, which created a lasting hatred from
>>>>>> him.... The following year, he didn't return to teach....
>>>>>>
>>>>>> Little Lord Fauntleroy Jr.
>>>>>>
>>>>>>
>>>>>
>>>>>      Back in the day we had teachers competing to
>>>>> see who could have the most painful looking paddle. The theory
>>>>> was that putting holes in it would reduce the wind resistance and
>>>>> increase the impact by reducing the surface area. By the time
>>>>> they ended the practice it had become a badge of honor that could
>>>>> improve your social standing. Unless you cried like a girl.
>>>>>
>>>>>      You were lucky. Those swats probably saved
>>>>> you from becoming a criminal, or a retrumplican, or worse still,
>>>>> a metrosexual. A few more swats and he might have saved you from
>>>>> becoming a guitar player.
>>>>
>>>> I could be a rurasexual, but I refuse to wear bib overalls and a
>>>> John Deere ball cap. Or any ball cap.
>>>>
>>>
>>> Â Â Â Â Â Â Unless you wear a worn out straw hat I don't think you
Ok. Makes me kinda wish I wore t-shirts as a top layer. If I did, I'd
get some with that on 'em. Hey. Wait. I think I just had a megalumen
epiphany. I wear snap-button short sleeve shirts, so I can get some
crackersexual t-shirts, and when fat people clog the aisle in Walmart,
I can just rip-unsnap the shirt and startle 'em out of the way. Push
my buggy through at 8 over, and then snap back up and be reloaded to
clear the next fat clog. Thanks.
Just imagine it (if you have the equipment for imagining). The
rip-unsnap would sound literally sorta like a short burst from a
suppressed SMG, and then CRACKERSEXUAL would hit 'em in the startle
box. Yep. I think it's uniquely possible that they'd move over
thinking WTF long enough for me to buggy on through. Save me a lot of
detours, it would.