Let’s be honest, sitting in a classroom in 8th grade can be SO boring. Sure, you could stare at Mrs. Reynolds’ tight sweater. She was blessed with those special lucky charms that strained the fabric in ways that would attract any guy. Certainly not me as I was above this kind of thing, but when it was time to leave her class I often had to carry my books strategically placed in front of, well, just in front.
But even that would get old after awhile and someone far more clever than I had figured out that if you took the tip and ink tube out of a Bic pen, it could become a very accurate blowgun. The projectiles were formed by placing a small piece of paper in the mouth and shaping it into a ball with the tongue. Just put it into the hollow Bic pen, aim and blow. Of course this was frowned upon by our oppressive school administration.