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May 12, 2006

some call it stalking, i call it...

fourth graders are fucked.

my mom teaches fourth grade so i know of what i speak second hand. one of her punk ass kids (G) is stalking a girl in the class (K). K's parents are none too pleased by the sleep-over disruptions and prank phone calls--well, come on, they're fourth graders, he's not really leaving her razor blades in roses yet. but how long will it be till that happens? they've only got to hit puberty and have their bodies change for sexual congress before they're not only fucked, but fucking. which is the point of this post in the first place, since G is totally jumping the procreation gun.

recently these punks showcased a fundamental problem in society--bad, bad manners. they passed a note in front of my mom during class. that's just rude, punks. were you raised in a barn? this is what the note said:

G: who would you rather make kids with, Y or K?
Q: i would rather fuck a donkey.

as proof, i offer you this tastefully censored scan of the note.

ok, i totally edited that note for you. jesus, who taught them to spell? come on mom, this is why arnold pays you the big bucks.

Posted by michele at May 12, 2006 05:56 PM

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