Hmmm...oh yes.
Not 12 hours after I had purchased the HORSE the band shirt:
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I was wearing it, uncensored through the hallowed halls of WCHS. It was gloriying as the not dress code appopriate shiny metal rings in my face blinded the faculty's eyes to the horrible expletive on my shirt and my sharpie skull and crossbones, butcher knife-adorning ID tag, and I kept walking. I like to think that the administrators completely hate me, because knowing that makes me feel good inside...accomplished if you will. Granted, that was only on the way to 1st period, but it was goddamn bitchin' while it lasted.
[ September 15, 2004, 11:37 PM: Message edited by: the Butcher ]