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When I was in high school
There was this GIANT kid, huge. He got picked on a ton, naturally. He started getting up on the giant speakers during post-game dances and stripping to I Will Survive. This happened at every dance. When we heard the beginning notes, the entire gym rushed the speakers, all frantically clapping to the beat. I have not once heard this song without seeing him in my mind. This kid became the most popular kid in school, class president, with cheerleaders fighting over who he was taking to the prom (they eventually compromised and he took 3).
I walked into one of my clients' art classes today. BAM! There he was, art teacher subbing. I giggled the whole.damn.time. And now the class of 4th graders probably think I make fun of fat people.
I like salad bar, I like Despicable Me, tosh 2.0, I like Connect 4, Freedom of Speech, David Fincher, sidewalk, I like 1-800-SLIM, yo mama jokes, strawberry, Wilmer Valmavelma, Leon J. Panetta, ice skating for fun, not to save life. Cheese. Is for mouse. Are you Mick Mouse? WHY DON'T YOU GET IN YOUR SPACESHIP LIKE MICK MOUSE?


Re: When I was in high school
So we beat on, boats against the current, borne back ceaselessly into the past.
Great story.
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