There's this teacher at my school named Coach Vaughn. I don't have him as a teacher, but I
know he teaches eighth grade U.S history, and I absolutely hate him. Since, I give everyone I meet a nickname, of course I gave Coach Vaughn a nickname and so now his name in my mind is Mr. Kangaroo, since he looks like kangaroo. He also looks like a mole rat, but if I called him Mr. Mole Rat, he would figure out his nickname, easily.
Mr. Kangaroo (after I popped a bag opened): Why did you pop that?
Me: I couldn't open it.
(I don't know if this actually happened or it was a dream)
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