Scizor wrote So in high school we had this kid named Daniel right. He was about 5'4, kind of a small build kind of guy, always wore his pants pulled up really high near his waist, and had very thick bottle style glasses. I believe he was a year older than me. I don't think he was ever formally diagnosed with any sort of deficiency or social disorder, but he certainly gave off a certain kind of vibe that you felt something different may be going on up there.

Anyway, 10th grade intro to Bio class. Mr Lacy's class. Mr Lacy is a big aquatics guy. Has a huge aquarium at home, did his undergraduate and graduate schooling in Marine Biology. Could tell you every thing about your run of the mill fresh and salt water animals. Beluga Sturgeon, Sea Lampreys, Tenches, Sterlets, White Sturgeons, American Eels, Giant mottled eels, all of em. Knew the sizes, locations, behaviors, even mating schedules. Fish were everything to this guy. He had two pet Ranchu Goldfish he kept in his classroom that were his favorite. Bubbles, and Goldie. Neither very original, but he thought it was dumb to give traditionally human names to things that aren't human.

One day, during some random lesson that I didn't retain because I ate a lot of glue, I'm half staring at the whiteboard at the front of the class, and Mr Lacy turns around with a look that could only be described as shock. Every one turns around, and Daniel is standing over the fish tank. I still didn't realize what had happened, and then someone screams "YO HE ATE IT". And then I put 2 and 2 together and realized only one fish was in the tank.

Daniel was no longer in my Biology class after this. A few weeks later, while in study hall, I took a bathroom break. Upon walking into the bathroom, I notice someone sprawled out underneath the stalls, pants around their ankles, cranking their meat slinky for all it's worth. I immediately went to find another bathroom, but I'm also not a snitch. Unfortunately for Daniel, the next guy to walk in was a snitch, and he was caught beating his hog in a public bathroom by an administrator. After that, Daniel had to be lead to each class with a monitor, basically a baby sitter, to make sure he didn't slurp any more living fish or mix the baby batter with the bathroom tile.

I would literally leave my newborn child alone with Daniel before I ever consider leaving them with Johnny.

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Yes this is a real story I hope Daniel is out there living his best bust filled life

Scizor wrote So in high school we had this kid named Daniel right. He was about 5'4, kind of a small build kind of guy, always wore his pants pulled up really high near his waist, and had very thick bottle style glasses. I believe he was a year older than me. I don't think he was ever formally diagnosed with any sort of deficiency or social disorder, but he certainly gave off a certain kind of vibe that you felt something different may be going on up there.

Anyway, 10th grade intro to Bio class. Mr Lacy's class. Mr Lacy is a big aquatics guy. Has a huge aquarium at home, did his undergraduate and graduate schooling in Marine Biology. Could tell you every thing about your run of the mill fresh and salt water animals. Beluga Sturgeon, Sea Lampreys, Tenches, Sterlets, White Sturgeons, American Eels, Giant mottled eels, all of em. Knew the sizes, locations, behaviors, even mating schedules. Fish were everything to this guy. He had two pet Ranchu Goldfish he kept in his classroom that were his favorite. Bubbles, and Goldie. Neither very original, but he thought it was dumb to give traditionally human names to things that aren't human.

One day, during some random lesson that I didn't retain because I ate a lot of glue, I'm half staring at the whiteboard at the front of the class, and Mr Lacy turns around with a look that could only be described as shock. Every one turns around, and Daniel is standing over the fish tank. I still didn't realize what had happened, and then someone screams "YO HE ATE IT". And then I put 2 and 2 together and realized only one fish was in the tank.

Daniel was no longer in my Biology class after this. A few weeks later, while in study hall, I took a bathroom break. Upon walking into the bathroom, I notice someone sprawled out underneath the stalls, pants around their ankles, cranking their meat slinky for all it's worth. I immediately went to find another bathroom, but I'm also not a snitch. Unfortunately for Daniel, the next guy to walk in was a snitch, and he was caught beating his hog in a public bathroom by an administrator. After that, Daniel had to be lead to each class with a monitor, basically a baby sitter, to make sure he didn't slurp any more living fish or mix the baby batter with the bathroom tile.

I would literally leave my newborn child alone with Daniel before I ever consider leaving them with Johnny.

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Yes this is a real story I hope Daniel is out there living his best bust filled life

Scizor wrote So in high school we had this kid named Daniel right. He was about 5'4, kind of a small build kind of guy, always wore his pants pulled up really high near his waist, and had very thick bottle style glasses. I believe he was a year older than me. I don't think he was ever formally diagnosed with any sort of deficiency or social disorder, but he certainly gave off a certain kind of vibe that you felt something different may be going on up there.

Anyway, 10th grade intro to Bio class. Mr Lacy's class. Mr Lacy is a big aquatics guy. Has a huge aquarium at home, did his undergraduate and graduate schooling in Marine Biology. Could tell you every thing about your run of the mill fresh and salt water animals. Beluga Sturgeon, Sea Lampreys, Tenches, Sterlets, White Sturgeons, American Eels, Giant mottled eels, all of em. Knew the sizes, locations, behaviors, even mating schedules. Fish were everything to this guy. He had two pet Ranchu Goldfish he kept in his classroom that were his favorite. Bubbles, and Goldie. Neither very original, but he thought it was dumb to give traditionally human names to things that aren't human.

One day, during some random lesson that I didn't retain because I ate a lot of glue, I'm half staring at the whiteboard at the front of the class, and Mr Lacy turns around with a look that could only be described as shock. Every one turns around, and Daniel is standing over the fish tank. I still didn't realize what had happened, and then someone screams "YO HE ATE IT". And then I put 2 and 2 together and realized only one fish was in the tank.

Daniel was no longer in my Biology class after this. A few weeks later, while in study hall, I took a bathroom break. Upon walking into the bathroom, I notice someone sprawled out underneath the stalls, pants around their ankles, cranking their meat slinky for all it's worth. I immediately went to find another bathroom, but I'm also not a snitch. Unfortunately for Daniel, the next guy to walk in was a snitch, and he was caught beating his hog in a public bathroom by an administrator. After that, Daniel had to be lead to each class with a monitor, basically a baby sitter, to make sure he didn't slurp any more living fish or mix the baby batter with the bathroom tile.

I would literally leave my newborn child alone with Daniel before I ever consider leaving them with Johnny.

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Yes this is a real story I hope Daniel is out there living his best bust filled life