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Good Morning!!
Sooooo, in a thought provoking convo with my uncle, i find out that his english teacher back in the day, was in fact the principal of my high school!!! Oh my days!!!!!!!!!!!! Marti B was my uncles teacher!!! My uncle told me a hilarious story in which he, Marti B, found my uncle, absolutely broken in a hotel bathroom, after a heavy consumption of beeeeeere.
Marti B: i hope im not gonna find you in here again Mr Black Uncle: No sir. It made me laugh out loud!! So of course, i informed my good friend paulie of this story, and of course we start crying in laughter, not only cause of the story, but of all the memories we began to bring up, of good times at school.
.Matric dance 0'4 oooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooh baaaaaaad!!! How do we dance while our beds are burning. Arriving at AD's place at 6:36am. Sleepo in the driveway. Mvelase smelling like black label. Hitting clifton 2hrs l8er. Matric sleepover. Demolishing herschel's gate. 120 dudes, bolting, after seeing 1 security guard. Cavendish mile. Springboks. Breakfast on the matric lawn. Sleepo in every class next day. Wearing the shades in assembly. Valedictory. Come the day. Valedictory parta! Pumping the voo voo sella at rugga games. Of course the game that stood the test of time, Bosch vs Bishops, 26-22! greatest match of all time! cause dis n boschie ding!!
Oh, how i am so fond of those memories! oh bad!