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Piedmont Jr. High |
Maybe I dreamed that.

Unfortunately, I tried that one time at camp...and ripped the Hell out of my best shirt.
But I wasn't the only kid at Piedmont who was captivated by geography. In fact, it was the most popular subject at that school.
The reason I know that is because the library would overflow with us male scholars whenever the new National Geographic Magazine would come in.
Washing their clothes in those rivers must have ripped up a lot of their clothes too, because they didn't seem to have many.
However, there was an inverse relationship in my enthusiasm for geography and the number of facial piercings of those anatomically interesting ladies.
And never in a million
years could I have imagined that I would live to see American women doing their damdest to look like them! -Ed
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Here comes the bride |
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I think I know this woman |
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Hi Mom! |
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