This photo is an absolute classic. Captured at just the moment before the water impact on all the unsuspecting school students. Very funny.

A 14-year-old boy calmly walked into the entrance of Montrose High School this morning, grabbed a girl from behind and slit her throat in front of her sister and dozens of classmates.

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Randolph High School has a very illogical way of giving us our yearbooks.

You see, most High Schools come out with their yearbook at the end of the year.

But here at RHS, we release it three weeks into the NEXT year. Seniors get them in the mail.



And so here it is: my yearbook from last school year.

While looking through the Class of 2010, I noticed something odd:



Is that PD, from the class of 2009 in the bottom right?


Why yes it is! And an extremely bad picture of him at that!

But apparently PD's picture was replacing Sean Kunce's picture.


See...Shaun Kunce.

So I looked up this "Sean Kunce" in the index.

The page numbers said "22 and 92." We were just looking at 22, where his school picture SHOULD have been.

So I flipped to page 92.



Page 92 was the "Girls Track" page.


Can you find Sean Kunce? The answer is no, unless he had a sex change.

Interestingly enough, PD also made the Class of 2009 page.

Where I found his picture from 2 years ago.

It appears that the yearbook editor wasn't on very good terms with Shaun Kunce. He never appeared in the yearbook.

Fortunately he got one measly picture in the yearbook from two years ago.


Better luck next time, Shaun.

Well, duck chasers, at long last we have returned. After a long, horrible summer for me and a wonderful, distracting summer for Jake, we're ready to start posting after having lied dormant for so long.

Right now I'm rooming with an old friend of Jake and Me, David. David and I share Jake's guest bedroom.

Anyway, one day I walked in and saw him diligently studying. "What'cha studyin'?" I asked.



"A bunch of homos." he replied.



I think whoever named a species of cavemen "Homo erectus" must have been eleven years old at the time.

For physics class, Jake and I had to make a series of pictures demonstrating physics concepts.

So, being the over-achievers that we are (heh...) we made a video instead.



Jake somehow got credit for this in his history class as well, even though the two seconds of historical content was made up.

Steve, Joey and I, as well as all the other Spanish 3 and 4 students at our school, went to a flea market the other day.

And, as usual, I saw something weird and just had to take pictures of it.


It's one of those temporary tattoo machines! Hell yes!


So, of course I bought one.


Victory was mine! For only fifty measly cents, I'd purchased a tattoo of the single most awesome children's cartoon nonsense ever!


So the next day in Spanish class, I picked a spot with little enough hair that the tattoo would stick.


I hastily stuck it to my belly with a wet napkin, but soon realised that I'd forgotten to read the directions before I stuck it to myself.

Was it 30 seconds or 30 minutes?

Whew! It was 30 seconds. And just look at that beauty!


Actually, I've never even heard of a Pokemon called Carnivine. What happened to good old Pikachu and Squirtle?


Screw you, Carnivinegay!

Vandalism is even better when it's on a person rather than a thing.


Quote Time
[Mr. Katz, a psychotic substitute teacher at my school, started yelling something toward my lunch table]
Mr. Katz: [incoherent babble] [something that sounds like "gonorrhoea"] [incoherent babble]
Me: What? Who has gonorrhoea?
Mr. Katz: You have gonorrhoea? Congratulations! [starts clapping] Join the club!
Me: [blank stare]

It should be noted that people usually only say "join the club" if they themselves are in "the club."

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