I have proof...
Proof that boys are gross. I know I've said it before, but now I believe I have irrefutable proof. I wonder if there is some type of award given for such proof. Maybe I should start writing an acceptance speech. Is there a Nobel prize for proof such as this? Okay, I'm getting carried away. Back to the proof...
Let me introduce you to my teenage son, Blake. He is my source of proof. Picture 14-year boys in class, jumping rope. "Jumping rope in class," you ask? Must be Phy. Ed., you assume. No, not Phy. Ed., but that is another issue. The class? Biology. Jumping rope in biology?
I will give you a few moments to ponder.
Do you need a few clues? Formaldehyde, scalpels, pigs.
Yes, you hit the nail on the head. He was jumping rope with pig intestines! Eeeewwwww!!!
I told you I had proof!
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