Is the Saturday School Chronicles.. Never explained that. It's pretty self explanatory. Back when I was in middle school, when everything seemed right, and basketball was still pure, and soap's were the shit, and holding hands was first base.. those days.. They had this torture device called Saturday School, and no where's sarutday school was like Village Christians. It was a fucking conspiracy before I ever got into middle school, I had a parent teacher conference with the high school dean. Back on track, Saturday School: 4 hours of cleaning your piece of shit school, sittign around thinking about everything.. everything.. and finally lines.. 500 of lines of I would not.. Whateevr the fuck they got you on.. This is everything I would think about during that time.. Some chow that I saw in a magazine or how the recession is fucking up my paperwork, and how not to spend money on my next date..hahaa.. U get the idea.. and the CHRONICles part, straight-forward.
I realize none of this was self-explanatory.
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