Generally occurs- right before the bell rings; right when a teacher calls you to the board; as you are pulling on to Dewey Ave.
Chris: Ah man thats the worst.
Adam: No that's not the bad part, the girl in front of me bent over to pick up her purse, I didn't see her and my Dewey rubbed against her.
Jon: In math this morning I got a Dewey as the teacher was calling people to the board and of course she picks on me.
Sean: Aw damn, what'd you do?
Jon: I sported that shit proudly, what else are you supposed to do?
Pat: Guys. I have a confession to make. Every day when I turn on Dewey Ave on the way to school I get a Dewey. I don't know what it is but its like my cock just knows where it is. I can't help it. I've even tried taking different routes but it can sense when I'm turning on Dewey. It's ruining my life.
Person 2: What?
Person 1: Deweys.