
There are perforations in the sides of our lockers. I should get everyone's
locker combination and start an apocalyptic locker row fire.
With any luck, the nematode who's been following me for the past month will be trapped
in his locker.
One of the things Philadelphia is famous for is having the largest free-standing
sculpture in the world on a building. Ironic as it is, when viewed from a
certain angle (Near Logan's Square) it looks as if the great founder, William Penn, is
grasping his 'little William'.
Can my cats bounce?
Can my parents bounce?
Can my younger sister bounce?
Will you see my face in the paper soon?
I've noticed recently that whenever a teenager is involved in a
horrible violent crime, it turns out that the internet has Corrupted him.
In the seventies, it would have been Dungeons and Dragons.
In the eighties, it would have been heavy metal.
I guess each generation has a scapegoat. It's usually one that
the adults can't understand. (eg: they want to get back
at their nine-year old because he understands the TCP/IP protocol and they
don't.)