principal Skinner walked down the streets of Springfield. Every once in a while, a couple would cross his path with wide, loving eyes and suggestive movements. He smiled for a second, thinking how he used to be young and filled with undying love. His face dropped again. Used to Thats what he is now. He USED TO have a girlfriend. He USED TO have a fianc™e. He had a love-life, but it was crushed under the weight of his mothers tyranny and nagging.
Skinner wondered if Norman Bates had the same problem with his mother
Skinner turned the corner where he suddenly tripped onto the sidewalk! He yelled as he clumsily fell on his stomach. After groaning, he looked forward to a pair of blue and pink tennis shoes. He looked farther up to see the small sneakers belonged to one of his own students and one of the last people he wanted to see. Nelson Muntz smiled his evil smirk down at the man and pointed a finger.
Hah-ha! he laughed and hurriedly ran away, leaving a cloud of dust