Hmm... this isn't catching on as well as I had hoped... Just a little FYI. In gym, when picking teams, it was always down to me and the fat kid. And the fat kid always got picked. Except in dodge ball. I was always picked first. I always won in dodge ball. But only because I was so good at dodging the ball in every other game... like basketball and volleyball. Kick ball scared the hell out of me and as soon as I made it to first base, I would stay there and not go any further. Kids were violent. They would always throw the ball at your legs when you were running so you would fall. In dodge ball, I remember seeing kids walking around for the next hour with the bread bags filled with ice that they got from the cafeteria (poor school) because they would get beamed in the head. Our teacher was a dick and let it happen. Okay, that was my loser story.
Im a loser ... I started back smoking. I was just social smoker- never bought them... and well... I have smoked a whole pack since I bought it yesterday at 8am. and it is 6pm now. LOSER. I am sorry you were picked last... I was picked in the top 3, but I guess I should not brag... it was because I was more butch then most of the guys...and taller. I think I would make a good female to male transexual. I definitely have the shoulders.
Screw that, Im the loser, cause I think Pukey's school sounds like fun! I have a psuedo funny kickball story. I was in the 4th or 5th grade, we were playing kickball, and this girl was 'pitching'. I got a good running kick at it and kicked the ba-jebus out of it. It bee lined and hit this girl right in the forehead, as she fell I just kept running. Everyone ran out to check on her and I was rounding third. As I crossed the plate I was like, "Yea, HOME RUN!!!!" I was never picked last. We didnt get to play dodge ball, we played '4-square' which was a lot funner to me. That and "Crab Soccer" with that great big ball thing. Shiot I miss school. Work SUcks.....
Yuck. I hated school. I much prefer work. At least I get paid to do that. I remember in 3rd grade, I went to kick the ball (in kick ball) and totally missed the ball and fell flat on my ass. All of the kids laughed and I was so embarrassed that I started to cry. The teacher came to check on me and I didn't want to look like a "baby" so I told her that I was crying because my mom was going to be mad that I got my pants dirty. Better to look like an abuse case than a crybaby!
I was going to say something like, "That's what you were born to do." He did leave himself wide open.
