A hefty chunk of muscle & tissue that, over time, accumulation in your cranium. A large percentage of a certain anonymous school lacks this potentially deadly weapon called a brain. Brains come in many different shapes and colours but below is a short factual story about a boy, with a brain too big for his own good.
The master of all that is brain and over lord of his palace of coolitude is a
extravagant individual of pure
intelligence. His servants, Adam, Ben & Adrian residing forever by his side kept well under cover the true capability of his brain. His rough, pale skin and constant
hyperventilation does not reflect the many ways in which this
personality can be described in a word… cool. In the year 1990 a red headed woman, her energetic daughter and her specialized hairdressing other half, entered a substantially well built
hospital in southern Mansfield just past the border to Sutton-in-Ashfield. As the family entered the ward a tense atmosphere rose as an abundance of collected ward nurses dropped their clipboards and dashed towards the struggling woman. They entered the theatre. A few hours after, exiting through two large main doors of the childbirth wing, immerged a family of 4. Thus a new era of righteousness was upon us. A new way of life was about to become reality. A path in which we could all follow was clearing. It was the birth of Shane.
XXX- Look its Shane.
YYY- Goddamn hes so...
intelectual. I can almost feel his brains working from here.
XXX- Should we ask home about
homework?
YYY- YOU CANT JUST WALK UP
TO SHANE AND TALK TO HIM! Look theres Adam. We'll ask him to talk to shane for us.
