In a rush to work this morning I almost ran over our janitor. Excuse me, our "Facilities worker," much more appropriate title. The school I work at is very PC. In fact, we're so PC, that yesterday we (and when I say we, I mean not me) allowed a 7th grade student to come out of the closet, through poem. The poem was very interesting and rhymed. He announced that he said he's "gay" because he couldn't find words that would rhyme with bisexual. Wow.
Anyway, I saw that a black trash can was coming out into the street and had to swerve to avoid hitting it..and the man pushing it, Dante. I got out of the car and yelled "Lo Ciento Dante!" I didn't mean to almost kill him on such a nice Wednesday morning.
Anyway, I saw that a black trash can was coming out into the street and had to swerve to avoid hitting it..and the man pushing it, Dante. I got out of the car and yelled "Lo Ciento Dante!" I didn't mean to almost kill him on such a nice Wednesday morning.
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