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On this page you can read some funny stuff that's happened to me and my friends. This is sort of what Alix did with her site, but her page was entitled "Funny Thingys." You may have already heard these, since they probably happened to you or while you were there, depending on who you are. Anyway . . . . .

Okay, I'll start with the title of this page and why I chose that. We were standing in the lunch line (we being me, Alix, Linnea, Anna, etc) and the menu said, "Turkey Fritters." I said, "What part of the turkey does the fritter come from?" So Alix goes, "Fritter is a funny word!" She then proceeded to say "Fritter!" over and over and over and over and over. I said, in my talking-to-lunatics voice, "Okay, we've established that fritter is a funny word!" Alix replied, "Establish is funny too!" So from that day on, (wow, I sound like a storyteller) whenever I saw Alix, I would say, "Fritter!" and she would reply, "Establish!" The End.

When Anna and I went to Central for Geometry (well, she goes there every day now, but that's beside the point), she sometimes would bring bags of cereal, usually Chex. Sometimes they would attack her inside her mouth or something, because she said, "I got killed by a killer chex this morning."

At Franklin, the cafeteria once served SLIMY CARROTS. Not fit for eating, that is. Matt picked one up, but I guess he squeezed it a little too hard, because it flew across the table and bounced onto Spencer's tray. So we had found a new use for them . . . TORPEDOS!!!! Linnea and Matt and Anna threw them at Spencer and Levitt and a couple other people who were sitting at the end of the table, until Spencer got sick of it and scooted over to where Matt was sitting. He had a plastic fork in his hand. "Hey, what are you doing with that plastic fork?" Matt said.
"Nothing!" Then he stabbed Matt in the arm.

In HISTORY (some people who will remain anonymous *Alix and Lisa* have the idea that the class is called SOCIAL STUDIES, but it's HISTORY!!!), we were learning (no, we weren't, Ms. Magrini was just talking) about the Bill of Rights. We were on the one that said police have to have a warrant to search property.
"But," Ms. Magrini said, "They can get one in a few minutes. All they have to do is get on their little walkie-talkie and get a search warrant. Trust me, I know!"
Lisa and I thought that was very funny. I did an impression, "***pshhhhhh*** - Jim Bob, this is Jim Bob, we need a search warrant for Amy Magrini's truck!***pshhhh***" Then Lisa said, "We have reason to believe she is smuggling cocaine and Mexicans across the border!"

This one actually happened at Bay, my new school. In Personal Fitness, we had nothing to do, so the teacher told us to write a page and a half on what we wanted to do when we got out of high school (career, jobs, etc.). I have realllllly small handwriting, so when I had written all I could think of, I still had about six lines until the end of the first page. And I was bored, and I wanted it to look like I had written a LOT, so I wrote: "I have small handwriting so I am not going to write one and a half pages because my hand hurts and I don't know what else to write and this is a runon sentence did you know that I never write in runon sentences except in cases like this where the teacher wants me to write a page and a half essay and I finish and only have half a page and I don't want to write more because my hand hurts and I have small handwriting. Whew! The End."

I went to the dentist and we were driving to pick up my sister from school and my mom noticed there was a lizard on the windshield. (It was a small lizard, I mean, she would have noticed an iguana sitting on the windshield wipers, wouldn't she?) Anyway, it crawled up the windshield and onto the roof. We figured it had blown away and gotten squished. :P But when we parked at the school, it had crawled back over to the windshield again! I had to scrape it off (it was still alive, it was just clinging to the wipers for dear life). Finally it got off our car and started crossing the street. There was a car coming, and the lizard just stood there, waiting to the last possible second to jump out of the way! Then it stood to wait for the next oncoming car!

. In Personal Fitness (again), we were in the gym. This dude Jack was attempting to make off with this other dude Ryan's flip-flop. So Ryan was waving his hands around and trying to shake Jack off. And he accidentally smacked Gabby (who was laughing at the moment) in the mouth.
. "OW!" Ryan yelled. "You just bit me on the hand!" at the same time Gabby yelled, "OW, you just smacked me in the mouth!"
. "Well, it's worse for me, cause your teeth give back more pain than they get!"

Later that same class (Personal Fitness), Ryan was talking about ladies' men. "See, Jack here is a ladies' man." He gestured to where Jack was sitting with Gabby and Ashleigh. They were both laughing at something Jack had said. "See, he's controlling them. They don't know it, but he is," Ryan said. "I see what you mean," I said. Jack then noticed we were talking about him. "I think you're jealous!" Gabby said. "Not of you," Ryan responded. (I think he meant not of Jack for getting Gabby's attention, but I'm not quite sure :D)

In Integrated Science, Mr. Naegele was talking about acceleration and whatnot, and none of us were getting it. He just kept going on and on and on and on and on . . . We were really tired, and we all started making stupid remarks. Ashley said, "Do you think if we all pray, he'll stop?" Finally it was nearly time to go, and Erin asked, "Mr. Naegele, can I go out and screåm now?"

In English we started a poetry unit. Mrs. Harris asked us what we thought of when we thought of poetry. Answers ranged from "stuff that rhymes" to "boring!" to "Dr. Seuss!!" I raised my hand and said, "Tennyson." Then somebody said, "Tennyson?! Isn't that like deer meat?"

I suspect Alix's dad may be related to a chicken. Wanna know why? Because my buds and I all went to see a movie at the Savoy 16, and Alix's dad was taking Lisa and me home. On the radio they played that Madonna song, "Don't Tell Me," and you know that weird bwooooowww sound that plays in the background? He could imitate that perfectly. Then Alix and her dad both demonstrated their skills in clucking like a chicken. It was very scary. Especially when you see her dad, cause he looks like a laid-back, professorly type guy. Until you see him start to peck at stuff.

After our first morning performance of the One Act Festival, a bunch of the Drama people went to Cici's Pizza, a buffet place. Savannah started singing "Buffet," the song she sings in "Secrets Every Smart Traveler Should Know." but she said "Buffet" in a sort of retarded way, over and over again. When most everyone had left, some lady went up to Rebecka and told her sympathetically, "I'll pray for the child with Terret's."

Have you noticed that whenever there's a place to put more stuff on this site, there's a little thing that says, "Enter supporting content here"? (You probably wouldn't, unless you've seen it on my site, or unless you have a tripod website too! Anyway...) Well, what does that mean, exactly? I mean, if you supported your 'content' in the first little text thingy, why would you need this space?

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