Why do i wanna suddenly hide my hands behind my back? Why do suddenly remember being up in the belfry? Oh wait! That wasn’t me. That was my brother … yeh … my brother and his goofball friends.
I was the one with Mary Margaret helping her count her Holy Cards in her room. No wait! That was my … other brother … yeh, my other brother. Yeh, you know how those hooligan Irish boys are. Nothing but trouble.
I remember now. I was the one that put out that fire behind the school that some kid in my class started. yeh. You know how those Catholic boys are in school. “Nothing but a nuisance for the good sisters.” as the priests used to say.
It sure is funny how a simple yardstick in a penguin’s hands brings back some memories.
Helping her count holy cards lol 😂 too funny :)) *pretending to believe u* face
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what? you don’t believe me???
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Noooopppeee 😬😬
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I’m crushed
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Good 😬😬
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yayayayayayayayaya
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Jim, why do I get the feeling you didn’t much go for those yardsticks in the nuns hands….
You make me realise how wonderful my teachers were.
miriam
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I posted this same thing over a week ago for you and you never bothered to come to my page which I understand since I am not 25 anymore. At any rate, I have closed my blog because I was wasting time here. Now I am just here to stalk you as usual 😉
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AHHH Good Times with Sister Ernest Borgnine…
^^🐵
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oh, you know her too?
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You’re talking good old fashioned discipline. Good point it could work.
Leslie
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yeh, they were tough ladies. it’s a good thing that I was a good kid for them
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or you would be standing a lot……
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that would have been the least of our problems
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😉
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