Pass The Ducats.
June 13, 2008
“Stick to your lanes - and no jostling”, hissed Coach Falconetti,
handing stocking caps and a crowbar to the 4th Grade Relay Team.
“Now, let’s bring home some silverware!”
~*~
T’was a dark and stormy night, and all the ghouls were creeping… Small tales from the Dark Side. Almost fresh every Friday.
“Stick to your lanes - and no jostling”, hissed Coach Falconetti,
handing stocking caps and a crowbar to the 4th Grade Relay Team.
“Now, let’s bring home some silverware!”
~*~
June 13, 2008 at 2:09 pm
Stocking caps? What happened to the “Fantrashtic 4Mulder-Hyde” sponsored balaclavas. Those girls are so picky.
June 13, 2008 at 11:52 pm
sad state of education these days. by 4th grade we were already hoisting consumer electronics and lawn tractors. the future looks grim…
June 14, 2008 at 4:43 am
OMG … I love that last line!!!!
Silver smooches,
The Tart
; *
June 14, 2008 at 10:12 am
Next they’ll be introducing fencing …. :)
June 18, 2008 at 12:08 pm
Art class must be a Scream.
June 18, 2008 at 7:01 pm
Ha ha ha. Little hands make light work of lifting the loverly stuff….
June 20, 2008 at 12:34 pm
Dolce: The 5th grade GBH class is using them as slingshots.
daisyfae: You obviously haven’t tried melting down a lawn tractor, hon.
The Tart: Thank you, dear - cross my palm and I’ll summon another just like it.
Parenthesis: That’s if the staff don’t picket again.
kyknoord: Come on. You can do Munch better than that.
Mandy: How many policemen does it take to screw in a light bulb?
None. It turned itself in.
June 20, 2008 at 12:50 pm
um… as a matter of fact, i have. it was unintentional. the first time…
June 20, 2008 at 1:08 pm
Those rocket-propelled grenades have quite a kick, don’t they?