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All right! it’s finally here… wednesday… only a few classes away from break…. and a few hours from my flight home…. to the land of frozenness. Well, compared to Florida, anyway. So anyway, a happy Thanksgiving to you all… 😉

I leave you all with an hiliarious song 😉

“when i was a boy of 10
I had a very best friend
fred was kind
with good intent
but just a little different

oh special fred
mama dropped him on his head
now he’s not so bright instead he’s a little bit special

we played tag
and he’d get hurt
i’d play soldier
he’d eat dirt
i like math and the spelling bee
fred liked talking to a tree

oh special fred
mama dropped him on his head
now she keeps him in the shed
cuz he’s a little bit special

i ran track
hung out in malls
fred ran headfirst into walls
i had girls and lots of clothes
fred had names for all his toes

oh special fred
mama dropped him on his head
now he thinks he’s a peice of bread
Cuz he’s a little bit special

one day talking to special fred
he grabbed a brick and he swung at my head
and as he laughed at me that’s when i knew
that special fred just made me special too

now i laugh as i count bugs
i give strangers great big hugs
next to me fred is fine
yeah he’s a ****ing einstein

Oh special Fred (me)
Now we’re not right in the head (y’see)
Now we’re not so bright instead
We’re a little bit special.”

-“Special Fred,” by Stephen Lynch