tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5894823.post-19390085086824678112008-01-20T22:24:00.001-05:002008-04-12T21:43:44.879-04:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_hiEZbKDHFD0/R5QQp-jNrTI/AAAAAAAAB3M/55JVb1qGu5o/s1600-h/4thgrade.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_hiEZbKDHFD0/R5QQp-jNrTI/AAAAAAAAB3M/55JVb1qGu5o/s400/4thgrade.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5157765786597436722" border="0" /></a><br />Catholic grade school. Where the grassy knoll conspiracy began. I knew the nuns were lying big time, not just to me, but to the entire class. I could see right through them. It was time to rebel, question everything, stop wearing clip on ties, and start eating meat on Fridays. This wise ass Irish kid had a plan, and it was a good one. I implemented phase one in first grade when I exposed the class nuns head by pulling off her habit. They knew at that moment that I meant business.<br /><br />That led me to here. The Grassy Knoll Institute. Where everything is questioned. And I do still eat meat on Fridays. Not so much wear the clip on ties though.<br /><br />As an added bonus, can anyone pick me out in the class picture? BTW, the nun pictured is Sister Eileen, the school principal. The FN bitch.<br /><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><a href="http://lotgk.wordpress.com/random-shots/"><span style="font-weight: bold;">Back To Random Shots Archives</span></a><br /></div><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">LURKING ON THE GRASSY KNOLL</span><br /><br /><a href="http://technorati.com/tag/Nuns" rel="tag">Nuns</a> <a href="http://technorati.com/tag/Class+Pictures" rel="tag">Class Pictures</a> <a href="http://technorati.com/tag/Catholics" rel="tag">Catholics</a> <a href="http://technorati.com/tag/LOTGK" rel="tag">LOTGK</a>LOTGKhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02333368746955869177noreply@blogger.com