when i was young... (11 to be exact...) i was the smartest 

in my class...

i knew how to spell Mississippi forwards and back...



then came the state spelling bee...

of course i enetered it.... after all i was a kid genius...

my father was pushing me... 

i hate stress...

the wednesday came, my day was good...

i ate my wheaties, dad says they are the breakfast of 

champions... what the hell does that mean?

anyways, we drove to the bee... it came down to me and 

some geeky looking girl with glasses thicker then my thigh!

the words came left and right up and down...



the action was fierce...

i saw my dad smiling at me...

"prick..." i thought"i'll show him... "

`Left' was her word

"l-e-f-t" she said....

my word was save

this is my chance....

S-ummmm....

S-A-...

ummmm S-A-V-E...-Q

good

that'll learn the old bastard, "GO TO HELL OLD MAN"

at home, iwas beaten very severely...

my thereapist's favorite question is

"Dennis, what's the q in save please?"



M. opitz