Oh I bet they were wild on the bus. As long as you could keep them
under your teacher tyranny in the classroom they weren't so bad, but
once they got into even the hallway on the way to the bathroom and they
inhaled the sweet fumes of sweet liberty, they went wild. I'll bet they
were better in the morning when they had just left their parents' house
with their parents telling them now you be good, and they were half
asleep anyway, than on the way home where they were fully awake and had
nothing ahead but playtime. My classes were always much better behaved
before lunch than afterwards. Sometimes coming to the lunchroom to pick
them up, and seeing their gleeful faces, i just wanted to slip out the
side door and never be seen again.
I had the experience too where the first kid to come into the classroom
was very nice and helpful, but as soon as the other kids arrived he
turned out to be the worst kid. I think they just want to show off in
front of their peers.
Speaking of bartending, the worst thing to get was a bunch of drunk
guys. Guys and girls by themselves generally behave. A group of drunk
girls could be more obnoxious. It's the screeching, cuts through me
like a knife. But they never did any damage or got into fights, and it
didn't happen that often. A mixed group was okay. If there was just
one girl with the guys they would behave better, but if it was just guys
they would egg each other on like a bunch of fourth graders.
Sometimes I envy believers their afterlife. It must be nice when a
loved one dies to think that they have gone to a better place, and that
you yourself will be going to one. I have a little bit of fear that
right after being run over by a truck I will be facing St Peter with
that long list. "Well how was I supposed to know?" I will be wailing as
I am riding the down escalator.
What do you read when you are drinking your morning coffee and smoking
your morning cig? I live for the morning newspaper. Speaking of dying,
I think it would be alright if every morning some angel I guess, would
slip a newspaper into my coffin and I could read it and return to my
slumber. I can't imagine not knowing what is going on, even when I am
not around.
Last night's republican debate finally got around to the point where
Trump was bragging about the size of his dick. I guess that was
inevitable the way these things have been going. You know I root for
Trump because I see him as the ruination of the GOP, but with all his
bleating and sneering and bellowing, he gets a little hard to take.
Rubio and Cruz double teamed him, and it was like bear baiting or that
thing where they stick the spear into the bull. It looked to me like
they got the best of him, but then I am not a Trump fan so I really
don't know what those guys are thinking.
There are still a lot of delegates but likely things will continue to go
the way they have been. Normally a convention is like a commercial for
the party, everything is all scripted and nicey-nice, but if the
republican convention is contested it will look like world wide
wrestling. At the end of the debate the others pledged to back Trump if
he won the nomination, and he pledged to back them, but there is
nothing binding about that.
I think I heard the paper hit the door. Time to get the pundits' comments on the debate.
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