Typing Handicap.

[eosleo]

I went to a gay party last night where there was a disgruntled rat in a cage way too small for him. "Don't put your fingers in there, he'll bite," said the host. I figured he'd bite like my rats bite, which is like gentle love nibbles from gentle love vermin. This ass of a rat (assrat), who is obviously pissed because he doesn't get to leave his

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[paperpoultice]

Should you get a tetanus shot? I mean, you've been slicing dumpster bread. Oh yeah, and the rat bite.

[alwaysaquietone]

Mrs. Morrison totally had her doctorate in history.

Yeah, okay, she was the only one.

But Mrs. Pulliam, who you did not have, was a drill sergeant when it came to communicating properly, clearly and effectively.

[eosleo]

Complaints about missed opportunities at high school do not include Mrs. Morrison or the English department. In fact, for a few months I've been planning on submitting a letter to the editor (online) of the Bulletin commending the English department for teaching us how to write better than 75% of the other Virginia high school graduates, or at least the ones at mediocre universities.

The administration had titles. Dr. Fitz and Dr. McCraw and...Rev. Cypress. And Mrs. Pulliam was the sponsor for my freshman year on the lit ace team. She'd throw us candy for getting questions right, which could tie in to the classical conditioning.

[dearcatawait]

I didn't know Mrs. Morrison had her doctorate. Why was she teaching at Martinsville High School?