One day The Short Bus will grow up, and I'll just be another old guy keeping his sports page clippings that he rolls his eyes at. But one thing I'll always have is picking him up from class on Wednesday afternoons - he'll see me from across the room and turn into Walter Payton, running towards me while dodging classmates as if shedding would-be tacklers, all while locking eyes on me and happily shouting "Rats! Rats!" :)
"HAHAHAHAHAHA!! Sounds like you running to the buffet line, you fat fuck!!!"
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