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quoth Kurt Wall:
| Consuming 0.2K bytes, Shawn L Johnston blathered:
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| Quit yelling. I can't hear you.

okay, time to tell this story. it's been a very long day and i'm tired 
and am on my third beer and therefore cannot be held responsible. this 
story is absolutely true -- i was there.

my american history class at david h. hickman high school in columbia, 
missouri, in 1970, was presided over by a very effeminate fellow named 
mr. anderson. when he decided that things had strayed too far from the 
curriculum and that nobody was doing any reading, he would throw a pop 
quiz. one day mr. anderson announced we would have "a little quizzie," 
whereupon he handed out an eight-page monster that made most final 
examinations look mild by comparison. one young woman, whose name i 
remember but will not give, looked at it and said, "if this is one of 
your little quizzies, i'd hate to see one of your little testies." 
there was a silence of about two seconds, and then the room erupted in 
laughter. the young woman smiled, thinking that the joke was better 
than she had imagined. then it hit her what she had said. she turned 
bright red, burst into tears, and ran from the room.

end of story.
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dep

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