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“#460: POOP.  POOP IS STUPID.  STUPID POOP.  STUPID.  POOPID.  POOPIDITY.  IS POOPIDITY A WORD?

Genie stood a few feet away from Samantha’s shabby old doghouse, scribbling a mess of words in his notebook.  His older brother, Ernie, was luring the mutt to a cleaner spot in the yard with a big pot of leftover chicken, bacon, grits, greens, and whatever else was for doggy breakfast.

“Those natural disasters I mentioned before?  Middle school is in the top ten.  Each day is like running the gauntlet.  I think of it like a video game.  I just have to get through each day … without getting eaten by the game monsters … to win the prize at the end of the level.”  Jensen Graham pg. 14 – 15 Brave by Svetlana Chmakova
 

“When I was little, a kid pointed at me on the playground and shouted, ‘Her arms fell off!’ then ran away screaming in terror to his mom, who had to cuddle him on her lap and rub his head for like ten minutes to get him to calm down.  I think, up until then, I hadn’t thought about the idea that my arms must have actually fallen off at some point in my life.  I had never really thought about not having arms at all.” pg. 1 Aven Green Insignificant Events in the Life of a Cactus by Dusti Bowling

“Okay.  Everybody here already knows us right?  We’re Pottymouth and Stoopid, thanks to all of you.  Those have been our nicknames since you gave them to us, like, forever ago.  We’re the class clowns.
            No, wait.  We’re the class jokes.