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Dear Lord, Thank You.
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![]() I don't forget hauling a milk carton around for a spitter. Most of the teachers were cool with snuff and let us chew in class so we wouldn't spit on the carpet and rub it in. Some would make us swallow it when they caught us, and a few would send us on a three day vacation. I always hated suspension cause the old man would say "if you can't stand to get smart, you better get used to work" and would make me dig a stump out of the yard, or some other such sh!t. If I got done early, I'd have to dig my freshly backfilled and graded hole out and fill it back in. I learned how to pace myself at a real early age, at least where the old man was concerned. I'm still not very good at it otherwise. ![]()
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