There was no rides to school or the bus for me growing up.
Nope, we were expected to fist fight all the way to school and all the way home afterwards.
during recess, we were encouraged to load a nerds mouth up with mud and then punch them in the gut.
At lunch we stole lunch money, and ran over small animals with our big wheels.
We were ripped in shape and we could kick the butts of any kids raised nowdays in this namby pamby environment.
__________________
My name is Ozymandias, King of Kings;
Look on my Works, ye Mighty, and despair!
|