When he returned on the following morning, he told Mr. The dumb jerk only lasted twenty minutes, after which he sprinted from the room, not to be seen for the rest of the day. “This intrepid reporter was present three weeks into Dale Thornton’s third try at seventh grade, when the young Einstein bet this reporter and several other members of the class that he could keep a wad of chewing tobacco in his mouth from the beginning of fifth period Social Studies until the bell. Only sixteen years later, when a brilliant Sacajawea Junior High roving reporter-who shall remain nameless-discovered the product of this union lurking among us right here at Sac Junior High, was Morton’s long-held secret discovered. When he was rescued on the morning of the following day, Morton plumb forgot about his single-celled nuptials and went back to his daytime job tasting the contents of open pop bottles for backwash and cigarette butts. “According to the man, who identified himself as Morton Thornton, the night got real long and by midnight, he was darn well wed to one of the lovelier inhabitants of the dish, a comely middle-aged amoeba of unknown parentage named Rita.
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