We walked around the hallways during class breaks and he "played" the organ while I rolled around on the floor and danced, holding out the tin cup and raising my little pillbox cap from my head whenever somebody gave us a coin, and then I let let the elastic strap slap it back on my head and we continued on our way.
It was a great time, but I can just see the howls of protest these days ...
MOAR
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Oh cry me a river to these whiny assed people...the pussification of America continues, with these jag-offs at the front of the line..