Monday, November 19, 2007
Skipping Down Memory Lane
Again, I know it’s not Sunday, so I’ll just go ahead and get this out of the way: I hereby am NOT posting pics from my junior high yearbook on Sunday afternoons during the month of November. I’m just going to do it anytime I feel like it and as I see fit.
I’m also not going to comment extensively on these. Best to leave some things to the imagination.
But let’s start off with the Most Important Thing Ever.
Me!
Looking Surprised!
I CAN HAZ A COCA_COLA?!
Any one of those people could and would have kicked my booty if I’d ever looked at them askew.
Same thing on the booty-kicking here. Although I wouldn’t even have to have looked at the tall girl. She might have come looking for me. Just ‘cause, you know. I remember her as kind of a “meanie.”
I think anything I could add here would just be fanning the flames. Putting kindling on the fire. Piling on. Just doesn’t seem fair.
A photo taken in Metal Shop. I never took metal shop. They look like they are having fun, don’t they?. But don’t let this photo fool you. After the photographer left, these boys went right back to what they were previously doing. Making a pot pipe. Really, that was the only reason anyone ever took shop, metal or wood. Make themselves a nice pipe for their “doobage.” Trust me on that one.
Another pic of a crowd to which I did not belong. And dig that lovely “Journey” tee-shirt on the girl on the right. Funny thing. I bet people would pay decent money for that on ebay these days. A vintage Journey 1980 tour tee? I might even but that, just for fun, even though Steve Perry always bugged me and I didn’t really like Journey. Ohh! Bonus! One of these girls got pregnant the next year. I can’t remember which, but it was quite the scandal I can tell you that.
Previous Junior High crap fun here and here. And I almost forgot about this one.
Some of these kids looked a lot older than junior high.
And oh, quit with the Farrah Fawcett wings...I’m dying over here.
Posted by OMSH on 11/20/07 at 06:09 AM
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