Good call, Rick. Let's see if I remember this right.
I was 4 at the time, just a bright-eyed ginger kid chasing girls and bugs around the preschool playground. I hadn't yet realized that I was born without a soul (because of gingervitis ldo) so I was very conscientious and always ate any bugs that I actually caught. Later in life I would realize my amoral nature and simply crush or burn any bugs that I happened upon. Anyway, I was playing with my best friend Sam and he was kind enough to share half his Choc-o-dile with me that day. Little did I realize, but Sam was sharing more than his chocolatey delicious snack. He had just started getting chickenpox and had been scratching his new "itchies" and now I was royally [censored]. Well, four days later i'm in a miserable state and mom says I can't go to school for the next week and a half. This made everything worse cause now I can't continue my PUA style flirtations with my teacher, Miss Wilson.
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