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March 23, 2011

I marched over to the high school this morning, stormed into the girls locker room. That scared me more than the handful of fully clothed girls there. I jumped back like a kicked dog and found the right office.

As a former delinquent it felt great to demand to speak to the principle. She was very nice and gave me the phone number to the SF Unified School District who took care of the problem. Now imagine your town was wiped out by a wave and then everyone got radiation.


  1. Now your are an upstanding citizen. Boring…… Go break some windows or take a leak in public….

    Comment by al — March 23, 2011 @ 8:58 pm

  2. i’m enjoying the different stages of life. I can take a leak in public then go call the police and report some kid smoking.

    Comment by Rolston — March 23, 2011 @ 10:34 pm

  3. It’s the 21st century, Jon; get with the times, old man! You can call the police while urinating in public. You don’t have to wait.

    Comment by Lyle_S — March 24, 2011 @ 5:55 am

  4. Just to prove I’ve still got my edge, I’m going down to the Richmond station and urinating on an officer that takes my complaint. Or would you accept me urinating in my pants while I call from home?

    Comment by Rolston — March 28, 2011 @ 7:48 am

  5. I thought you were back on track with the first idea but the second choice tells me this is worse than I thought. You are an old bitty. Might be time for you to move back to NH with your junk and open an antique store in Northwood.

    Comment by Lyle_S — March 28, 2011 @ 3:46 pm

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