My life as I see it: Memories - Blast from the Past (short post)
My name is Tony, I'm just a regular guy...
My name is Tony, I was born and raised a Military Brat.
In my lifetime I have traveled to many places, I have seen many things, and I have met many different kinds of people. If I were financially able to, I would travel all over the world in the gypsy
lifestyle I was brought up in.
I used to be a vegetarian, but then I tasted meat and I realized that I love to eat dead animals (sorry guys, but it's true). I want to go back to a vegetarian lifestyle, but it's not as easy as I
thought it would be (I'm trying though, so if you're from PETA please don't send me hate mail - 'cause that will just piss me off and make me want to eat a double meat cheeseburger).
I try to be a positive person, but a person can't be positive all the time in this world. I'm not so idealistic as to think that everything is always good or great. There are things, circumstances
and sometimes even people that I don't like, but that's life.
My second grade teacher, Ms. Costell, was prone to farts, not the little, dainty, lady-like farts that are quiet and don’t smell. She would let lose the loud, smelly man farts that I suspect only a two-hundred pound woman can let lose. She would walk between the rows of desks, her hips brushing against the desks on either side and suddenly she would let it rip. You could actually see her flabby ass-cheek vibrating through her flowery skirt as she crop-dusted the poor kids of her second grade class in an invisible noxious gas. I don’t know if she deliberately meant to fart on us or if she had some sort of farting illness, but I do know there is nothing worse than having your two hundred pound second grade teacher fart on your face.