That's Not Her Heart

There once was a boy, we'll call him Oscar, who lived in the special education classroom. From time to time he would repeat certain hilarious phrases and actions.

One habit he would frequent would be to touch someone on the shoulder and say, “I shot you. Cry for me.” If that person responded correctly, he would leave them alone. If the person did nothing, Oscar would try again. To respond correctly, the person had to mime crying. Oscar would laugh and laugh.

Also, he would ask some of the more attractive girls if he could feel their heart. Don’t be fooled. I don’t think that’s what he actually wanted to touch.

“No Oscar! Keep your hands to yourself!”