Gazebos are rather flammable

There is a student in this school who I met once, but who is not one of my students. Whenever I see him around, it makes me think of Owen Wilson, minus the broken nose. Minus most of the features of Owen Wilson, in fact, so unless it's just the hair, I can't explain why I make the connection. All I know is that when I see him, a little voice in my head tells me that he wanted to be a carpenter because he figured if you're going to follow in somebody's footsteps, why not the steps of our lord and savior, the Big J.C.?

srah - Tuesday, 10 December 2002 - 6:08 AM

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