It’s the 70s in suburban Detroit. You’re not exactly anyone’s definition of the model high school student. But your wit and daring are honor roll worthy. Your sarcasm, bodily noises and daring acts are definitely varsity level. And despite your prolific booger flinging, you have a way of charming the ladies. You’re The Little Instigator. And a damn good one at that.
There’s a reason his teachers made The Little Instigator wait 8 years to get onto the two-person hot dog and cupcake fetching team.
Tuesday was Sloppy Joes day at Our Lady of Kneel on Peas, the Catholic grade school I attended eight gut wrenching years. The horse meat...
It’s the 70s in suburban Detroit. You’re not exactly anyone’s definition of the model high school student. But your wit and daring are...
It’s the 70s in suburban Detroit. You’re not exactly anyone’s definition of the model high school student. But your wit and daring are...
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