You got that right, about Mom dressing me funny. I think I was in junior high before I got to wear jeans. Where did all those pairs of slacks come from? They couldn't all be hand-me-downs from deceased uncles. She also gave me haircuts, which got their share of colorful comments from bullies.
One of these bullies had a name that rhymes with Jelly Beer. A teacher at my school, seeing what was happening, gave me an excellent bit of advice. "Call him Smelly Queer," she said. He backed right off!
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Date: 2006-01-05 05:07 pm (UTC)One of these bullies had a name that rhymes with Jelly Beer. A teacher at my school, seeing what was happening, gave me an excellent bit of advice. "Call him Smelly Queer," she said. He backed right off!