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By Jacob Wallraff
It is a very strange thing when one finds oneself wearing ones clothing on the wrong part that ones body. In this case, said one would be Random.
Random was wearing his shorts on his hands and his socks as pants. He was wearing his shirt both backwards and inside out on his head, and at the moment he was being academically bulimic to himself.
Senor, who was standing by and still not a Mexican, said You know, you look rather odd, but I just cant put my finger on it,
Id rather you not, said Random staring off into the distance and scribbling complete and utter gibberish onto a piece of notebook paper.
Time is up, said Mrs. Ihig, and snatched the worthless piece of paper from Random and shoved it in her mouth.
Random continued writing on his desk.
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