A Life in the Day of Nixdown Nixon - The Woody Back to School Unit

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“Very hard,” finished Reggie.
I am fond of the Twins. They used to play in a
fairly successful retro-mod band. Ronnie was the front
woman and Reggie played drums. Ronnie had a huge
following, despite being quite petite she has a huge
pair of lungs and an incredible vocal range. She used
to dress in these beautiful tailored tonic mohair suits
with tab collared shirts and skinny ties, and wear her
hair in a bee-hive. The music pundits had them
destined for glory but they had a minor problem.
Their fans were extremely enthusiastic and were
much given to trashing the joints that they played in.
The Dark Agents smelled some easy prey and shortly
the Twins were exchanging mohair suits for Woody
clobber.
“The closer was,” said Ronnie.
“A real killer,” finished Reggie.
It can be quite bewildering conversing with the
twins. The only way to tell them apart is by the ‘R’
and ‘V’ on the bibs of their gymslips, and even that
can be misleading. They like to fuck with the heads of
the Brass by swapping clothes so half the time
nobody is quite sure who they are actually scolding or
thrashing. It is quite bizarre.
“We’re going to,” said Ronnie.
“Try to walk them off,” said Reggie.
“Good luck with that I tell them,” and leave
them to go about their business.
It is turning into a pretty day and the quad and
recreation areas are beginning to fill up with groups
playing bridge, poker and backgammon. I go back up