I didn't like my teacher so much and I thought she didn't like me either, but that's mostly because it's hard to imagine anyone liking me and she was a weirdo who stole my Earl Campbell rookie football card.
Regardless, she picked me along with a handful of other kids from the 5th and 6th grades to be in an after school group for nerdy extra learning.
Anyway, one night we went to the Pioneer Memorial Theater to see Annie Get Your Gun. On the permission slips to take home, Mrs. Hansen referred to the Pioneer Memorial Theater as PMT. My best friend was in the group too and we were such jokesters. We were so out of control that we started to call it the Poop Mobile Transmitter. Oh man, that was funny.

I miss the times when I could laugh at something as stupid as that.

Actually, that's not true. I'll laugh at just about anything if it's immature enough.
The memory of that just brightened my day... night. Whatever.

Poop Mobile Transmitter. That's wonderful.

I wonder where that friend is now. He was a good dude even if he had a weird last name. Kormylo? What a weird name.