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Originally Posted by VOL JACK
Finally, DrugS found his long lost son.
Late night hook-ups with Fat chicks have a way of coming back to haunt.
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Please ... that kid is reading straight from the form. The nicest thing I can say about him is that he has A LOT of room for improvement.
When I was real young I used to get on my knees on the carpet and conduct harness races with my two hands.
It sounds impossible ... but believe me .. I could pull off an 8 horse field with just two hands. Your left hand is always the pacer on the lead - your right hand becomes the horse who figures to go first over, but that one doesn't always end up being the first to move.
Luckily, no one ever figured out what the hell I was doing when I was on the carpet harness racing my fingers.
I used to play home run derby with my two hands in class all day. I'd hold my right thumb and right index together - making my right thumbnail the baseball. It would start out about two feet from my left hand.
My left hand would have four fingers down making a fist - but my thumb sticking up in the air acting as the baseball bat.
I'd throw the ball (right thumbnail) and hit it with the bat (left thumb) and depending upon how good it felt on contact I'd know if I hit a home run or not.
Me doing this constantly drove the nun who taught the class absolutely apesh!t. Even more so than when I'd occasionally spit on the floor.
One day, she gets my older brother out of his class and brings him in our classroom. I'm still oblivious and playing home run derby with my fingers. She says to him "your brother just sits back there and plays baseball with his fingers all day!" .. he told me that he shrugged and said to her "what do you want me to do about it?" The nun always threatened to hand cuff me to my desk but never followed through.