mmmMMMmmm : still those porsche ventilated discs and calipers.
back when i was in primary school, i think it was yr 3 or 4, there was this indian kid named rohit. we all called him row-shit. he was a proper import. he spoke english but with the indian accent. One day we were at lunch. all the kids running around fucking shit up, playing with the stray dog etc. there were these silver seats where we all sat down to have lunch before/after playtime. we'd all been ordered by the teacher on duty to sit down. we all sat. except rohit. he didn't want to sit. the teacher kept ordering him to sit but he refused. The reason. he'd shat is pants. literally done a turd in his pants right where he was standing. i don't know how someone does that to themselves but maybe it was the curry. he tried telling the teacher but either she didn't understand or didn't care. i'd say the second one. so he finally sat down. with a shit in his pants. now having shit in your pants is bad enough but i'm sure you can all imagine what it'd feel like to sit on the shit that is currently in your pants. kind of like stepping in dog shit with no shoes on and have it stuck between your toes but on a larger scale. as unfortunate as it was, i still laughed. we all laughed. all the kids in the playground were laughing. looking back on it i feel sympathetic for rohit and i guess i can empathize the amount of embarassement that would of caused him. don't see this as a weak spot for indians because i've never liked them and i doubt i ever will. call me racist if you want because i'm close to it. but poor rohit. he's probably the most vivid memory i have of my primary school years. except for that time when we buried ourselves in mud during lunch. but that's another story.
check this out : http://www.aboveclouds.org/pdf/geny_eng.pdf and look at case study 1. i had no idea this existed.
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