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Wednesday, October 06, 2010
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- Memories of olden times that bring a tear to the eye, like sawdust fi a passing Anderson's lorry.
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Jiggy Jiggy Ma'moiselle (sp?) as Mr. Canning would have said.
Vite! Vite!
Malarky, McNiff - kneel at the front.
Hahahahaha!!!
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North Dakota
South Dakota
MI-NN-E-SO-TA
A foaty i Katy Perry paps bouncin up and doon in an Elmo t-shirt leads ti a discussion aboot oor auld French/History teacher.
This is the magic i the BOOB.
. . .Ah hud a laddie, had him kneel in front of me for a hale month, widnae listen!
Bit. Whit could a dae??
Wait for it laddie, wait for it. . .
. . .
Only the other week I was telling Mrs T about Mr Powers' school dinners accounting process.
At Monday lunch times, he'd tally up the number of pupils that had paid for a dinner, then count the number of people eating by walking along the dinner hall, tapping each individual on the head and counting out loud:
one, two, three, four, free dinner, five, six, free dinner, seven, eight, nine, ten, free dinner .....
Social stigma was invented in the 80s.
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