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Mom said she should have named me "Little Johnny", because I was always getting in trouble. View attachment 780324
If I was missing in a class, the teacher knew I was either on the Monkey Bars or in the Principles Office.
The short Nun we had for a Principle was as mean as a Badger in a Hornet's Nest. Mom had to keep an opening in her schedule, 'cause she figured she'd have to come get me at school for some kind of nonsense.
When she'd pick me up, she'd stop a the Dairy Queen to buy me a large chocolate shake. She wanted to keep me hyped up to play outside when we got home, so I'd stay out of her hair.
I miss those days.
Yeah, from the news everyone is moving to the southern sun/warm belt because they can now do their job remotely. I keep my change of seasons, that way my blood stays "cold blooded" for our north winters with it's arctic vortexes.
I also disliked the Nuns.
They are a Cult, ya know.
The old saying is, they're called Nuns, 'cause they get None.
I have a friend who's uncle was a plumber and he was called to the Convent on a regular basis to unplug the septic drain.
Seem it was clogged with mass quantities of(to put it likely) Trojans. View attachment 780364
Bad, bad girls.
I skated. The High School Principal rented a house from my Dad, so the worst I got was, "Donnie, call your mother and tell her what you did."