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OK, here's the story, as best as I can remember it... First, let me tell you about Jodi Grant. Jodi was the teen queen at Griffin Memorial School. There's no denying that she was pretty - she even won the Miss Pre-Teen NH - but, as is usually the case with girls like her, she was very stuck up. We used to joke that after she wore an outfit once, she would go home and burn it. She was very prissy, very dainty (although I do remember her getting into a fist fight with Lynn Lombardi...), and just the very stereotype of a high maintenance girl, even at such an early age. Now, on with the story... There was a group of us in my class - myself, Dave Broussard, Scott Boette, and John Noseworthy - who would wreak havoc whenever the opportunity arose. So there we were, outside at recess. We must have been in the 6th, maybe 7th grade at the time. Spitballs were a very big part of our everyday routines back then. Scott says "Watch this...", loads up a good size wet wad in his spitball shooter, takes a deep breath, and lets it fly. Across the blacktop, an unsuspecting Jodi Grant was standing, talking with her cronies. we couldn't hear what she was saying, but right in mid sentence, we see her start wigging out like a bug flew in her mouth. She's standing there spitting as we just start laughing as only adolescent boys can laugh. It was the best shot I ever saw in my whole spitball career, one that will probably never be matched.
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