Another Classmate

I went to school with a kid named Sod Family Trailer. He had a thing for walking thirteen feet behind the female teachers and yelling, "I sweat bile, I bleed Killing Floor juice, I expectorate like a Mucous Elder God and I've got no time for Multiplication tables, chairs or FOOT STOOLS! Luxuriate in my viscous miasma!" Sod even inquired with a podiatrist about why it was his feet didn't shit; like it was some defect of his tootsies (and not a total misunderstanding of Ottomans). He's now married to a county road by the name of Lathered Pony Way.

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