WordKnot

I’m not really sure how this story is going to go because it’s a series of a couple of months of fun.  Let’s just start with an explanation and see where we wind up.

Supermagnet:  I’m not talking about the ones you can buy at a toy store or out of a magazine.  I’m talking serious friggin’ magnets.  My dad was a computer technician back in the day that computers were the size of refridgerator.  Well, after those computers were obsolete my father was on to bigger and better things.  However, he did manage to score the magnets that came from the hard drives of these mammoth machines.  The magnet was about three inches long, an inch and a half wide and about a half to three quarters an inch thick.  A force to be reconed with.  Just to give you an idea of the power of these magnets.  You could put one on either side of your THIGH and they would stick.

Ok, on to the fun part.  My father, in his infinite wisdom, deemed it appropriate to give two said magnets to his middle school going son.  The hilarity insued.

The first thing that I remember about the magnets was the first day that I decided to take them to school with me.  I put one in each front pocket, felt them shifting toward one another and immediately removed one and put it in my opposite side, back pocket.  No need to have my penis sandwiched between them.

I got to school, sat down at my desk, felt one sliding and CLANGGGGG!  THe magnet in my right pocket was now stuck to the bar in the desk.  I just left it there throughout the rest of the class and enjoyed everyones shocked expressions everytime I sat down thereafter.  At this point I was keeping one magnet in my backpack and one in my pocket.  After several loud clangs the teacher became upset and demanded my magnet.  I thought I was being slick and only gave him the one in my pocket.  Little did I know that my bookbag, which I had believed I set beside me, was suspended, attatched to the chair leg, about three inches off the ground.  So, prof took the magnets, proceeded to put them in his two shirt pockets and wound up with his tits smashed together.  He gave them back!

The fun part about the magnets was when yearbook signing time came around.  I would sign a friends yearbook and then simply drop my pen, which would be immediately drawn to the outside of  my pants pocket and stick.

Walking down the hall, if lockers were not latched shut, they would open if I passed too close to them.

Now you see the fun that I had with these things and how sad it was when I had to give them up.

I was at home, playing with my supermagnets and the refridgerator.  I had one magnet on the outside of my hand and the refridgerator on the other side.  It stuck, undoubtedly.  Here’s where the problem came in.  I put one magnet on the fridge and the other on the other side of my hand.  The magnet slid and connected with its counterpart on the fridge.  Normally not a problem.  However, in my case, the skin between my thumb and first finger (that webbing like stuff with nothing inside) was caught between the two magnets.  Needless to say, I SCREAMED!!!  My Gram came to the rescue, or so she thought, with a METAL BUTTER KNIFE to try to pry the magnets apart.  The magnets ripped the knife from her fingers and it stuck to them with the handle cracking me on the knuckles.  Finally I just ponied up the courage and ripped my hand free.  After that my mom made me throw out my precious toys.

I firmly believe that to this day my supermagnets reside on the inside of the garbage truck that visited us the next day, refusing all efforts to be removed.  Hold on tight my friends, one day I will find you.