Oh this one time, me, Bobby, and little Andy from next door were playing out behind the dangerous materials factory, being the safest place for young boys to play at the time, so there we were, tossing broken glass Frisbees, banging on pressurized cans, and digging through the bio-hazard bags, so then little Andy pulls out a big bag of Anthrax powder, as big as a bag of flour it was! And right as he's holding it over his head triumphantly it rips open and pours all over his head. So of course, me and Bobby are just laughing and laughing, and of course little Andy's eyes start to burn, from all the Anthrax don't ch'a know, so he starts to wail and drops the half empty bag of Anthrax only to trip right over it! because his eyes were full of Anthrax and he couldn't see ya'know, and he falls right into a big puddle of Ebola that we had been sailing little syringe boats in. So little Andy starts wailing and screaming, and jumps up and runs off crying for his mother, some syringes stuck in his bum just flapping along as he runs along home, leaving me and Bobby in hysterics, and that's how he got the nickname "Cry'in Andy Anthrax", which is what we called him for the rest of the year! He came into school the next day so embarrassed! still covered in hives from all the Anthrax and Ebola, and goodness knows what else. Of course, people were tougher back in those days, so by Friday the only thing he had left to remember his adventure by with was his new nickname, and oh boy we tease him for that one! laughing and pointing, and telling all the other kids in the class all about it. Kids can be so cruel, don't you think?
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