Back in the early days of my life on this planet I witnessed a small bus arriving each day to pick up the "special" kids in my neighborhood to take to a town about 10 miles distant so they could only associate with other "special" kids.?ÿ The stories about the nuns were beyond belief.?ÿ Made me very happy to attend my own school.?ÿ Of course, we all played together when we got the chance, which I figured was diluting the purity of their little educations.?ÿ Somehow, most of us survived our separate schools and went on to be the best we could be.?ÿ Well, except for those who majored in drunkenness from about sixth grade through high school and spent the rest of their lives excelling at that skill.?ÿ The percentage rate of perennial drunkenness was much higher in the parochial school.?ÿ Lost another of those fine fellows a couple of weeks ago.
She started dragging me back toward the school building and trying to shake teeth out of my head
You kicked a Nun and are STILL alive?? (she must have been a newbie in training) Yer lucky Unc, and I mean that too. Be glad that priest was around when he was or you would have been dragged into a "confessional" and had the snot beaten out of ya. They had their own ways to deal with us juvenile delinquent heathens. Like it or not I learned at that penal institution. ???? ?ÿ
She started dragging me back toward the school building and trying to shake teeth out of my head
..You kicked a Nun and are STILL alive?? ..
That's exactly the attitude all my buddies had also.?ÿ I tried to explain the nun's dominance required their participation and therein lay the key to resisting a nun's evil spell.?ÿ But it all fell on deaf ears.?ÿ I bet there are a few of them that are still deathly afraid of an 85 pound octogenarian wearing a habit and wielding a wooden ruler.?ÿ 😉
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