Musings on the Most Ridiculous Band I Can't Stop Listening To

Two Thoughts, Neither Of Which Contributes Much To The Discourse

I was in third period Spanish. Senora Hufnagle was leading us through the irregular verbs. Hacir and whatnot. The Vice-Principal, who was an albino named Gonch, stuck his head in the room. Senora Hufnagle went to him, listened, came back to us.

“Children, the Challenger has eaten Jack Ruby.”

We all said, “What?”

She said, “En Espanol, por favor.”

So we said, “¿Que?”

Senora Hufnagle went out to the hall and waved down Vice-Principal Gonch. She came back and said, “My mistake. The World Trade Center did something to the Bay Of Pigs.”

And then we realized that Senora Hufnagle was experiencing time all at once, which was a regular occurrence in my high school, and so we stopped paying attention to her and started hassling Junior Fortas, the III. “Your name’s all over the place, man,” we’d say to him.


I look like Death. Not the concept of death, Death the character from Bill & Ted’s Bogus Journey.

But less healthy.

1 Comment

  1. Luther Von Baconson

    Belmont Ave, huh?

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