No, He's Real, Your Parents Just Feel Sorry That You're Not Getting Christmas Gifts
I had the most devious set of friends when I was in elelmentary school. Pranks - stealing of pudding cups, sand down the pants, whoopee cushions, snap gum packs, snakes in cans, jumping out into an empty hallway and scaring the shit out of people, tripping, and bike seat thefts to name a few - and terrible comments like the above were common. The thing is: none of really thought anything of it. Everytime someone would say something that would have been fairly horrible if it had been serious, we'd all burst into peals of childish glee and go back to our choclate milk.
Warping nature of the hallway thing aside (I still look over my shoulder a lot), this was all normal and benign. Yet, everytime I tell people the Santa Claus line, something I still think is hilarious, I get horrified looks and, "You guys were what? Six? Seven?"
I'm not that crazy, right?
-Thomas
Warping nature of the hallway thing aside (I still look over my shoulder a lot), this was all normal and benign. Yet, everytime I tell people the Santa Claus line, something I still think is hilarious, I get horrified looks and, "You guys were what? Six? Seven?"
I'm not that crazy, right?
-Thomas
posted by T Kwong at 12:17 PM
8 Comments:
Ah, chocolate milk. Ambrosia of the six year old.
Ambrosia of all of us, I feel.
Once ambrosia, always ambrosia.
That isn't true - it turns to vinegar eventually. But, uh, ambrosia vinegar. It's like balsamic, only better.
Choclate milk and pudding cups join together to form a super-powered dynamo not unlike the Wonder Twins.
-Thomas
shouldn't you be on the radio? I mean, I'm listening to you right now.
Not unlike, but certainly not like. The rings would chip your teeth.
Noah- No... I don't know what you're talking about...
J- The rings would chip your teeth, but you can still shout, "ACTIVATE!"
-Thomas
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