Teh Squeaky Wheel
Despite my curmudgeonly nature, that thread pic warrants an “awwww”.
Larryville’s weather today feels autumnal; yay! (But I’m glad I don’t have to go back to school on Tuesday…)
Recently found this copy of my junior high class pic online; you can see how engaged I was. (I could hardly wait to end that three years of hell.)
A blessed Sabbath, Gerbil Nation!
Good morning, Fatwa!
Junior high -- I spent one year at one school and the next at another, across town (we moved). Not fun times.
Heya, Paddy --
After junior high, it was a relief to start tenth grade at a large (~3,200 kids) H.S.
A big part of that was an excellent orchestra with nearly 100 members which played some challenging stuff. Plus the relative anonymity of a school that big which was also good academically.
Cool! A picture of little Fatwa!
Happy Sunday, GN.
The tables were quite unkind to little Sven yesterday. Oh well, at least I still have a job at teh bestest place ever.
Bummer about the way you were treated by the tables; probably anti-Viking sentiment. Are you going to put them on your “To Be Pillaged” list?
I was 14-y.o. in that picture and vividly remember not giving the slightest fark about a class picture; I just wanted to graduate and be done with that carphole.
Sorry about the NSFW caption but I couldn’t resist the opening.
Appreciate the sentiment, however I’m appalled by teh language. 😉
I understand. Assault rifles are worse than genocidal child rapists to today’s liberals and there was not a single trigger warning given.
AFAIC, most proper trigger warnings end with “…or I’ll shoot!” 👿
Oh, I was thinking “take up the slack, then pull straight back, slowly applying increasing pressure. Don’t try to anticipate when the shot will go off”.
As penance I will not watch any GofT episodes for 30 minutes.