Technically I’ve had . . . eight? Biological dad, first wife, biological mother, divorce mother, highschool mother, stepdad, ghost of his first wife, third marrage.
Its more like family kudzu than a family tree at this point.
Read the Bible a couple of times but far from being a scholar. Too many people left me with a really bad impression of what it all means, so I formed my own opinion of it and they can all screw off.
My brothers had a social studies teacher last year who was young and presumably pretty. I’ve never seen her. Last year I guess some kid who was probably in…8-10 grade (somewhere in that range) went into her classroom when she was gone and laid across her desk with his pants off. He might’ve had a flower in his mouth. You know, like this:
That’s a dangerous age. When I was in 9th or 10th grade, I was in German class and some kid put his head down on the desk. The teacher went over, still lecturing to get his attention.
Which she already had, due to what happens next.
Tapped him on the shoulder and he leaps up, pants fully around his ankles, leaps up hitting his boner on the desk, apparently the adrenaline made his act complete, then trips and falls on the ground due to pants around the ankles.
Public school, if that’s relevant, and he was there for a few more days, but the mocking got so bad that he got transferred.
I feel worse for the teacher though. She was nice, and cared about what she did.
He sat in the back right desk in the corner of the classroom. I also sat in the back, but a couple desks down. I had someone complain that I was too tall and blocked their view, so I sat in the back as a courtesy, then had the waterfall of bullshit that students who sit in the front are somehow better.
Anyway, everyone was facing forward, I remember he had grey sweatpants, and there was a larger aisle in the space to get to a bookshelf, so he found his power cave.
Ok. Lets just assume thats all true, without the obligatory front squats to the death duel.
Do you have any openings for henchmen?
Not like evil ones, just really frustrating ones. I can do all kinds of stuff like drive slowly in the left lane with my blinker on, fart in elevators, and I’m great with repetitive loud noises.
We could modify the chute on a chipper, remove the hitch arm, remount as a pair, then put end plates that match the bumper mounts on your truck, so you can drive through angry crowds of peasants turning them into pink mist and bone chips!