It’s the 70s in suburban Detroit. You’re not exactly anyone’s definition of the model high school student. But your wit and daring are honor roll worthy. Your sarcasm, bodily noises and daring acts are definitely varsity level. And despite your prolific booger flinging, you have a way of charming the ladies. You’re The Little Instigator. And a damn good one at that.
How do you make a lasting impression in a job interview? You do something the company has never seen. And will never forget. Listen in as The Little Instigator leaves even the most grizzled staffers stupefied in Stop The Presses.
It’s your first day working in the kitchen of a fancy hotel and you’ve got one job to do. A job you’re determined to do to perfection. But if you’re The Little Instigator your idea of perfection is shaped a bit differently than your boss’s in Shrunken Balls.
There’s very little you can hide from the bagger/stockboy/cashier/assistant produce manager at Farmer Jack’s. Just ask The Little Instigator in the not-so mysterious case of The Chocolate Triangle.
How might free grub and cannon ball competitions to fend off the hot summer days of Michigan turn so horribly wrong? H'bout try inviting the Little Instigator.
Probably a wise move by his teachers making The Little Instigator wait eight years to get onto the two-person hot dog and cupcake fetching team.
Being locked in the nun’s convent basement for two hours as a punishment would scare the holy ghost out of most 7th graders. But for the Little Instigator, it was the perfect time to raise a little hell!
Tuesday was Sloppy Joes day at Our Lady of Kneel on Peas, the Catholic grade school I attended eight gut wrenching years. The horse meat was extra slimy on this fateful day, not the day anybody in their right mind would go for seconds.
It’s the 70s in suburban Detroit. You’re not exactly anyone’s definition of the model high school student. But your wit and daring are honor roll worthy. Your sarcasm, bodily noises and daring acts are definitely varsity level. And despite your prolific booger flinging, you have a way of charming the ladies. You’re The Little Instigator. And a damn good one at that.
It’s the 70s in suburban Detroit. You’re not exactly anyone’s definition of the model high school student. But your wit and daring are honor roll worthy. Your sarcasm, bodily noises and daring acts are definitely varsity level. And despite your prolific booger flinging, you have a way of charming the ladies. You’re The Little Instigator. And a damn good one at that.
It’s the 70s in suburban Detroit. You’re not exactly anyone’s definition of the model high school student. But your wit and daring are honor roll worthy. Your sarcasm, bodily noises and daring acts are definitely varsity level. And despite your prolific booger flinging, you have a way of charming the ladies. You’re The Little Instigator. And a damn good one at that.
When the moron next to you in the sleeping car is snoring so loudly you can’t even think, you do who you gotta do.
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