Once there was a small kind of boy named George. George was one of those unfortunate types who was poor at sports, wore glasses, and had to drink lactose-free milk.
“There goes George, that lactose-intolerant freak!” All the other boys at school would say. Then they would stuff him in the locker and stick things through the slats.
Poor George spent many lonely class periods cramped into the dark lockers, tearfully plotting his sweet revenge.
The answer came one day as he was perusing through one of his mother’s mail-order catalogues.
“The Amazing Boooooooooooooomerang!!” The colorful ad read. In the picture, an excited and extremely cool-looking boy just George’s age was throwing a blue and yellow boomerang that looked like it was about to fly out of the magazine.
George’s eyes grew wide as he read:
“The amazing boomerang has magical powers that will make it return to the hand of its master no matter how far they throw it. Its sure-fire aiming mechanism will guarantee a direct hit to whatever (or whoever) you throw it at. This little beauty is a must for the little man who wants to even his odds.”
“That’s it!” cried George, and he immediately ran upstairs, broke up his piggy bank, and sent $14.95 along with the mail-order form.
I entirely approve.
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