…love Dawn
I have two distinct memories of kindergarten. One is having the teacher grab the ends of the little rug I was lying on for our nap, and dragging me across the floor to an isolated spot where I couldn’t disturb anyone else. Apparently, I was being disruptive. The other is running into the tiny playhouse, yelling, “FIRE!” and throwing all the dolls out the windows, thus causing all the other pansy, whiny-ass little girls to cry. Bwahahaha
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4 Responses for "Kindergarten"
Well, this explains a few things. Like why no man in his right mind would touch you with a ten foot battle lance. I suppose you like to dowse men with gasoline in their sleep and light them on fire just to watch them run around screaming. Ugggh.
Yes, and then put out the fire with an ax. Shrug. A gal has to have her entertainment.
That’s my pal…. No wonder I love her so much.
Awe, thanks!
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