Birthday Hot Spot
17 April 2008
by Barry in
Barry's Job
I was by myself in the commons the other day when a fourth grade boy came through a set of double doors. Out of nowhere he says, “Mr. Stagg! You should come to my birthday party.”
“I can’t go to your birthday party.”
“Why not?”
“Well, where is it?”
“Hooters.”
“I’ll be there.”
This kid knows what’s up.