8/365 Jimmy W
Sixth grade, before class one morning. You clapped me in the back with a dusty eraser. We got in a huge fistfight, wrecked the classroom, filled the hall with spectators. We started laughing on the way to the principals office. We were friends after that.
posted by MarkD60 at 8:40 AM
1 Comments:
it's funny how guys work like that. i'm pretty sure if it had been two girls, the pettiness would have continued on forever.
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