RangerDanger
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I was walking home from violin practice 1 afternoon. I took a short cut thru the bad part of town.
And standing on the corner was the biggest, meanest kid in the 7th grade, Sheldon Finkelstein.
He's with his gang, a group of young toughs. How tough? They were stealing hubcaps--from moving cars!
They had all the gang gear--tattoo's, baggy pants, acne.
As I walk past, Shedon yells out "Hey dweeb!"
I was a cocky kid. I walk up to him and say "If you wish to adress me, call me by my name, it's Mister Ranger Danger."
I spent that summer in a wheelchair.
Doctors labored to remove an impacted violin (I'm lucky it wasn't a cello).
And standing on the corner was the biggest, meanest kid in the 7th grade, Sheldon Finkelstein.
He's with his gang, a group of young toughs. How tough? They were stealing hubcaps--from moving cars!
They had all the gang gear--tattoo's, baggy pants, acne.
As I walk past, Shedon yells out "Hey dweeb!"
I was a cocky kid. I walk up to him and say "If you wish to adress me, call me by my name, it's Mister Ranger Danger."
I spent that summer in a wheelchair.
Doctors labored to remove an impacted violin (I'm lucky it wasn't a cello).
...Once again, you cracked me up.
