I'm Luke, I'm 5, and my dad's Bruce Lee, he drives me around in his JCB
Back in high school, there was a substitute teacher named Mr. Hall, a tall man with curly short hair and some facial hair to match. He'd walk to classes, and my friends and I would follow behind him, singing to each other, "Mr. Hall is in the hall, Mr. Hall is in the hall". We thought it was comedic gold.
One day on the school bus, I saw Mr. Hall jogging around my town. I wanted to yell at him from the window.
At school, I could always make fun of him. But outdoors, I had very little material to work with. "Mr. Hall is on the sidewalk" sounds really stupid, especially coming from a kid on a school bus.
One day on the school bus, I saw Mr. Hall jogging around my town. I wanted to yell at him from the window.
At school, I could always make fun of him. But outdoors, I had very little material to work with. "Mr. Hall is on the sidewalk" sounds really stupid, especially coming from a kid on a school bus.