THERE WAS ONCE A TIME IN SECOND GRADE AT DURANT ROAD WHEN I WAS IN COMPUTER CLASS. THE COMPUTERS WERE A BUNCH OF SHITTY MACINTOSH APPLES THAT WERE A NASTY SHADE OF NICOTINE BROWN. REGARDLESS, IT WAS ALL WE HAD TO WORK WITH.

WE HAD TO PAIR OFF BY LAST NAMES AND MY PARTNER WAS THIS KID NAMED XAVIER SMART. XAVIER WAS A SHORT BUT PORTLY BLACK KID WHO HAD AN EXTREMELY FOUR ODOR AND A VOLATILE TEMPERMENT. NEEDLESS TO SAY, THE PROJECT WE WERE TO BEGIN WORKING ON WOULD BE INTERESTING.

FOR SOME REASON, OUR ASSIGNMENT WAS TO DO A BOOK REPORT. WE HAD TO WRITE IT UP ON THE COMPUTER AND MAKE ALL SORTS OF ILL PICTURES WITH KID PIX AND SHIT. BECAUSE IT WAS POPULAR IN ITS DAY, WE CHOSE TO DO GOOSEBUMPS. EACH PAIR HAD AN ASSIGNED ROLE. XAVIER TYPED, AND I TOLD HIM WHAT TO TYPE. THE IRONY IS AMAZING.

ANYWAYS, I TOLD XAVIER TO TYPE "GOOSEBUMPS". HE PROCEDED TO WRITE "GOOSEBUMS". BEING A CONFUSED SECOND GRADER, I ASKED HIM WHAT HE WAS DOING AND WHY HE WOULD TYPE SUCH A THING. HE PROCEEDED TO SMILE AND YELL "YEEEEEAH! GOOSE BUMS! LIKE ON THE STREETS!". THIS IS THE FIRST AND LAST TIME I EVER WORKED ON A BOOK REPORT ABOUT GOOSEBUMPS WITH XAVIER SMART.

11/15/2008 8:59:12 PM

I, too, can type in all caps

11/15/2008 9:01:28 PM

^

11/15/2008 9:02:23 PM

tl;dr

11/15/2008 9:08:54 PM

METRO

11/15/2008 9:09:55 PM

EXTREMELY FOUR ODOR

11/15/2008 9:13:40 PM