Wise old owl. Those eyes stare right through you, like he knows more about you then you do yourself. He knows what you’re thinking. He’s forgotten more than you will ever know.
I’ve seen those eyes; they belong to my third grade teacher, she had a hook nose too. She had fire-red hair and wore big red circles of thick rouge on her cheeks to match. She didn’t like boys, so I saw that “look” lots of times.
Kind of creepy, isn’t it?
Thought for the Day: What does the average Alabama football player get on his SAT’s? Drool