I had a BAD case of the trots last night.  Stuff was moving through me faster than hookers at Charlie Sheen’s house.  We wrap up Jeff’s plan on Monday with, well, explosive results.

Another little ol’ band out of Texas, Brownsville Station was a one-hit wonder with this high school theme song for the greasers in our school.  Nothin’ like getting caught in the shitter with the guy in the next stall to you lighting up a cigarette.  Makes for a fun time trying to finish you business with the Dean pounding on your stall door (as he assumes *I* was smoking instead of doing what you’re supposed to be doing on the can).  Didn’t help my Dad worked at my high school either.  “Do you know what your son did?” was a common phrase around my school for four years.  My dad was so proud…

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