Don't ask me to apologize, and I won't ask you to forgive me.
This morning one of my students said, in the manner of a jaded New Yorker:"Someone threw a grape at my grade school and we weren't allowed to have recess for two weeks. We had to raise our hands to ask to throw away our trash."
Your labels crack me up. "Nimrod"? "Croutons"? "Salad"?
Chicky Wang, as I read your comment, I imagined a person driving (could be walking or biking, too) past a grade school and violently hurling a grape at it, adding another layer of hilarity to the whole thing.
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