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March 12, 2001
(in which I am probably so disgusting as to lose my few and faithful friends)
From the last day of first grade to the first day of college, I never picked my nose even once. That all
changed when I met Padraig Johnston, a foul beast and a good man if ever I met either. I wonder whatever
happened to Padraig?
The foulest beast in my life right now is my brother, Morgan. Some people
cherish food, dream about it, write letters to it, and then slowly eat it so as to get the utmost pleasure
out of the dining experience. Not Morgan. Case in point: he is a cereal monster. No cereal is safe from his
beastly ravenous ways. He rips through a box of Great Grains in no time, devours Power Puff Girls Cereal in
one gulp, then finishes off the economy size box of Frosted Flakes for good measure, and this is just while
he's getting warmed up. Although he is a monster, and a thorough one, he is also subtle in his ways. Morgan
can eat a person out of house and home then be on his way, and she won't even notice until the dawn. But
then, when the bowl and spoon and milk are all layed out on the table the gaping absence will become
abundantly clear.
"Nooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo! Where's my cereal!" she will shout to the world.
"Noooooooooooooooooooo!" And then the poor victim's freshly picked nose will begin to bleed.
Posted by Courtney_Sherwood at March 12, 2001 10:45 PM