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As Joseph watched the fly crawl across his antique mahogany partners desk he experienced a flashback to 5th grade when all the boys (and many of the girls) kept collections of live flies with their wings pulled off as pets in their desks at school.
July 19, 2006 at 11:07 AM ::
um-hmm. psychokiller, q’est-que-ce?
e on 07/19/06 at 11:32 AM ::
Actually, I’d like to run a survey of Joe’s old class. I suspect that the four or five “(shriek) Ms. Jacobs, Billy has flies in his desk again!” tattletales may have turned out far harsher than the 20 or so other boys and girls who were just trying to get through another hot Spring day in the old brick schoolhouse.
'mouse on 07/19/06 at 11:46 AM ::
We did the same thing. An alternative would be to use the opportunity to flirt with the girls with the long soft hair. You’d ask for a strand of hair, then tie the end of it around the fly (still with wings) so that it could buzz around at the end of the tether.
The silliest thing a couple of friends and I did regularly was to have magazine cutout characters hidden in our desks, usually glued onto a piece of cardboard to stiffen them up and turn them into little stick puppets. I couldn’t begin to tell you how many times we got sent to the office over my little dancing Buster Brown.
Here’s Buster Brown
He lives in a shoe,
Here’s his dog, Tige
He lives in there, too.
35 years later and it still makes me laugh.
Keith on 07/19/06 at 12:07 PM ::
Here’s an interesting bit: Roadside America: Buster Brown
Keith on 07/19/06 at 12:09 PM ::
Damn. If you’d been in my class, Abby of the long soft hair (oooooh, Abby) might be with me today instead of just a fond memory.
My much too late discovery of the fly-tying flirt technique has made the world a poorer place.
'mouse on 07/19/06 at 12:21 PM ::