Comments: Deprived

Aaahh... the old "summer school threat." 'Twill normally halt a grizzly in its tracks. Not your fault there.

We three grajumicating from my school endured same threat. One of me did rebel, and had a fucked up cap for a reminder.

Not sure that it's all it cracks up to be, Key.

posted by That 1 Guy on June 23, 2007 01:12 AM

Well, at my elitist prep school we graduated at the campus under the oaks. All 52 of us. And we had to wear white dinner jackets and white prom dresses! How the hell do you toss a white dinner jacket?

posted by Velociman on June 23, 2007 07:54 AM

Did they toss their prom dresses?

posted by That 1 Guy on June 23, 2007 06:39 PM

Nooo... we tossed them for 'em, later. Over their ears.

posted by Velociman on June 23, 2007 08:00 PM

Moral of the story: never deprive yourself of a climax.

posted by zonker on June 24, 2007 01:45 AM

My graduation was so long ago I can't remember.

posted by ga on July 13, 2007 09:00 AM

Hell, I was surprised I graduated. Once the big day came, a soaper and some Shlitz Malt Liquor was in order. Shit man, fireworks too. I can't belive they let us into that place. They had to know better. What in the hell are we doin' in a "Shriner's Temple". I mean really. Come on.

They didn't have to worry 'bout it the next year. There was an "outdoor autitorium" available. I don't know where my lid got flipped, but I damned sure did flip it. I graduated bare headed. Had to borrow a lid for the "after pictures"...

Soapers... damn. Too bad pizza hut don't deliver those bastards.

posted by RedNeck on July 15, 2007 02:49 PM