Today in the morning posse, consisting of Tom B., Mike E., Mark B., Bob P. (sometimes), Adam Mc-fuckin-A, and the irrepressible Japmatic Jim H., I got there early and say right in Tom's seat. He was mad. I was completely unaware that we were taking our pre-arranged seating seriously. If someone had sat in my seat, I don't think that my reaction would have been much different, so I will no longer speak of this. Needless to say, Tom and I got into a disgusting (to the players as well as the spectators) game of Homosexual Chicken. I know what you're thinking... and no... I'm not gay. Just open... if that's really what it is. I will now explain to you the rules as they were conveyed to me by one Bill Jagnow.

The game begins with the verbal portion. You and your opponent (of the same sex, unless your lucky like that) begin to make sexual advances toward each other. The main object of the game (I probably should have explained this earlier) is not to be the first one grossed out by the other. If you want to end the torment, you just have to shout, "Oh man, you sick fuck." or something in the likeness of that. If you havn't had a winner during the verbal portion, you move onto the physical portion. This is where the men are filtered from the boys. You begin to touch your opponent suggestively until one of you "taps" out. The usual winning move, for those of you with humungous balls, is the hand up the leg.

Normally your opponent is of the same sex. But if you can manage to get a chick (or a guy if YOUR a chick) to play... then BRAVO!!! I personally, call me a sick-o, but its true, would love to see two chicks play this game... but whatever... that would be cool, thats all i have to say.

The absence of a school dress code would make life interesing.... thanks for reading

kevin