advanced-procrastination:

oh-my-ouat:

when i was in the 3rd grade we had this weird PE teacher named mr denis (and by that i mean he used to pull up his gym shorts to his waist with a baggy t-shirt tucked in, knee-high socks, full tom selleck mustache, perfect bald head but thick hair on the sides) and almost all the time he’d make us play this game he called ghostbusters dodgeball where he’d BLAST the ghosbusters theme song in the gym so that the whole school could hear it and he’d set up two giant tents at either end of the gym and basically the point was to play normal dodgeball but if you hit someone on the opposite team, that opposite team member had to go be a ghost in the tent and if they wanted to escape they’d either have to slither their hands under the tent and hope they catch a dodgeball rolling by or sacrifice one of their living team members by snatching their legs/hand/feet and dragging them into the tent in exchange for the ghost to go back onto the court and continue playing

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