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2000-06-23 | 03:23:28 fish for compliments. jump to conclusions. shit bricks. say "uncle." hold your horses. in high school chemistry class, me and sweet, pretty, brainiac jennifer, my lab partner, would entertain ourselves by working as many cliches as possible into our conversations. we nicknamed our game "the cliche zone." it's funny what sulfuric acid fume inhalation will inspire in teen minds. she and i also developed a fictional beauty contest entitled, "miss tonsilface." women were judged on the merits of their tonsils' pulchritude. we drew illustrations of our contest winners and wrote out their acceptance speeches on college-ruled notebook paper. during the judging, each girl would have her mouth open as wide as a mason jar, so that her tonsils could get the most flattering lighting. there was even a talent portion of the event. jennifer is now an important eye doctor in some prestigious government research program in washington d.c. i smell blackmail. |
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