- Yes… I rush teens at the park at night while yelling, “Eigh! Eigh! Policia!” with the hopes that they will drop stuff when they scatter.
- High school: She had soft boobs and her name was Mariaaaaaaaaah and she kicked me in the glockenspiel in gym class. I will never forget her.
- I find it odd that my son’s teacher would like to see him skip grade one without knowing how horribly he screwed up when doing our taxes.
