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I was talking with a friend of mine recently about the way we were in gradeschool. He told me that one day in the fourth grade he found a dead squirrel on the way to school. Well his class just happened to be doing a puppet show in class that day so he took the dead squirrel and put it on the end of a stick and proceeded to use it in the puppet show as his puppet. From that day on for the rest of the year he was forced to ride the short bus to and from school as the staff was convinced he had mental problems. He's worth a couple million now. Man i remember the shit i used to do in gradeschool. Seems like i was always being seperated from the class. The school counseler was like my shadow and my best friend at the time. I remember feeling sorry for him because of his funny haircut.
