Little Sally Sockface

Here is a story of little Sally Sock-Face:

Little Sally Sock-Face had a sad life. She had a sock on her face. There really was no way for her to get the sock off her face, no matter what type of bleach they used to try and corrode it off. It still stuck fast.

Sally used to have friends, but then the sock got stuck, and they all went away giving her the title Sally Sock-Face. Instead of saying hi to her in the halls like before, everyone merely looked at her and then held their noses declaring loudly that the sock stunk.

"how would you know?" sally retorted one day at Henery the Hugely Abusive Boy (as she called him), "you aren't the one with the sock on your face? Maybe i should give you a little experience called Sally "Sock-Face 'socks Henery really hard flattening his nose'?"

Hehery the H.A.B. just scoffed and walked away.

"Just wait," vowed Sally Sock-Face, "I'll get him. I'll build a potato cannon and shoot nylons with sprouted yams inside up his nose. See how he likes it."

So then that weekend, Sally googled 'potato cannons' and found out how to assemble one. So she went to his house on saturday night and aimed it at his bedroom window. She quickly set it off.


KABLAMSHATTER!!!!!

An eldritch scream rent the night and was abruptly silenced!!!

Sally shrugged, "the deed is done."

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She went back to school the next day and didn't see Henery the H.A.B. at all until he sulked in to seventh period Chemistry. The entire class turned to look at the horror that stood before them. In unison, they all (excepting Sally, but including the teacher) hid their eyes! one kid said "I never thought Hollywood would come to UTAH!!!" just as Sally thought, 'Gee, I'm a freakin' good shot!!'

Henery's right nostril (the one with the extremely large "freckle" but sally was conviced it was a mole) was horribly enlarged and stuffed up it was a good thick yam stuffed in a nylon with roots sticking out of holes. Sally inwardly shuddered. Roots in the nasal cavity was probably worse than a root in the canal.

Henery shame-facedly made his way to his seat, vainly trying to hide his deformity.

"Dere id do way for de do'tors do rembove id," sulked Henery, "day sed id was perbabent."

Sally didn't respond, but resumed working on an atomic equation.

She found herself gazing at the yam more often than she could help. It was distracting seeing Henery try and do his homework over his yam. It was distracting seeing Henery peering down his yam to see the board. 'This kid, probably is the most distracting thing to walk the earth!!' All the students unknowingly thought in unison.

Sally just laughed.

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The moral of this story is that misery loves company. Especially if they can laugh at their companion, knowing that they were the ones causeing the downfall. Whatever you do, don't make enemies with Google addicts, because they know where to find all the potato cannon blue prints. And they generally know where you live. Just don't get involved.

Disclaimer: any person(s) of whose likeness was used in this fable was completely intentional and meant severe harm to self esteem. Let that be a warning to the rest of you....