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In 2nd grade, 1972, I did, indeed, drink my milk with thermos glass. I told the nun, who was my teacher, that there was something wrong with my milk. She told me to shut up and finish my milk. Fearing the hellish woman, I drank the rest of it. Amazingly, I was unharmed from the glass shards I drank that Fall afternoon.

Says Amon on September 3, 2009


Exactly. Sort of confirms my opinion that little kids are made of rubber. I remember getting bit by dogs, falling off shit, hitting my head- stuff that would definitely kill me today.

Says Tim on September 15, 2009

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