My son finished school last Friday and, just like every other year, his teacher gave him a mountain of old shite school work to bring home. The bag contained all sorts of crap - seasonal artwork, plasticine models, all his old copies (neatly written at the start but descending into an incoherent scribbly mess by the end), more dodgy artwork and other random pieces of 2nd class school ‘work’. I had the unfortunate pleasure of having to sit there while he took out each piece in turn and explain to me what it was. “Oh, that’s really great”, I lied. Honestly, sticking a few leaves to a piece of paper and writing your name on it hardly deserves a fucking compliment, but I did what any good father would do and gave him an overenthusiastic (bullshit) appraisal of each piece. That is, until I found this piece and laughed my fucking ass off:

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Damn, and I thought I was the funny-stuff-writing person in this house…

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