Chapter 8

And so I proceded on to sixth grade. Sixth grade... sixth grade...
I can't remember anything!

Well, there have to be some things I can't remember, seeing that I have
AMNESIA. Let's see... sixth grade... the number 6... 666... the antichrist...
the apocolypse... four horsemen...

OOOOOH that's right! Four guys on horses came into our house and started
busting stuff up. Wait... no, that didn't happen.

My teacher was... a chihuahua! It's all coming back to me now. My teacher
was a talking chihuahua. He kept telling us to drop the chalupa.

Anyhoo, in sixth grade, Lyle and I started a band. We couldn't play
anything, but we winged it. I played my dad's old electric guitar (not
Vader. My fake dad.). Kyle had a drum kit. We sang stuff like "Where
did my shoe go?" and "Batman hit my dad's car, now he has to pay for
damages to the batmobile."

Could you imagine getting in an accident with the batmobile? How much
would it cost to fix? Would you have a giant pointed dent in the side
of your car?

You know what'd be ironic? If Clark Kent got in an accident with the
Batmobile. Yes, I know they live in different cities. Maybe Clark Kent
is on vacation. What do you mean Clark Kent doesn't take vacations?!
Everyone takes vacations. I don't know, maybe Aquaman could fill in
for him. He can't go above water? I thought he could. Well, I'm sure
he has other super hero friends. Listen, this is really off topic.

No, actually, I can't say more about sixth grade. I can't remember
squat. In fact, I made up the thing about the band and chihuahua. There.
Happy now? This entire last few minutes has been a complete waste of
time!