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Sarah Palin is so goddamn unqualified for anything, even her PhyEd teacher was forced to admit that she was good for nothing other than looking hot in a pair of tight gym shorts, running around the track on a hot day, sweat drenching her tight cotton gym shirt as he chest heaved against it, breathing heavily.
The man was fired shortly afterwards for the remark - as well as increasing rumours about hidden cameras in the boys and girls showers - but everyone was forced to admit that there was a great deal of truth in the perverted man's statement. Sixteen years old, and young Sarah still could not read. She didn't know the alphabet, how to count, or even identify different shapes. Only the incredibly low standards of the Wasilla school district had gotten her into high school in the first place; most teachers just put her in the back of the room with an NRA manual to occupy her for the day.
Her new PhyEd teacher however, Ms. Lydia McMooseberger, was quite unwilling to give up on the girl. So convinced was she that Sarah could one day make something of herself, Ms. McMooseberger gave the young girl the highly-coveted position of point-guard on the school basketball team. To everyone's surprise, Sarah was reasonably skilled when it came to handling balls, deftly working it up and down the court to the amazement of the opposing teams.
So enamored with the ball was she, that she would literally bite in the neck anyone who tried to take it from her. This habit soon earned her the nickname 'Sarah Barracuda'.
During the basketball season, Sarah and Ms. McMooseberger's spare time was filled with trying to teach the young girl anything at all, with little progress. While she could count, she had to take off her shoes to make it to twenty-one; while she knew her letters, she put them in the wrong order. Ms. McMooseberger was very frustrated, but persevered.
Things changed, however, the day Sarah mistakenly entered herself into the Miss Wasilla beauty pageant, thinking it was a line for free caribou jerky.
"Name?" A bored-looking young man sitting at the registration table asked, not looking up from his copy of 'Snowmachine Magazine'.
"Sarah," she replied, quickly checking the words she had written on her hand in just such an emergency. Writing her name on a nearby clipboard and quickly scrawling it onto a nametag, the boy looked up at her for the first time.
Their eyes met, and all the blood rushed from the boy's brain. Todd Palin decided right then and there that this girl was going to win. It would be easy to fix - he was the only judge, after all.
Not long after, Sarah at in the seat of a new snowmachine, waving idiotically on the stage in front of the entire town, a crown on her head and a rifle in her hand. Behind her, ten far prettier girls stood, shooting the unknowing Sarah with angry glares. Sarah didn't know what she was doing up here, what exactly she had won, or why that creepy-looking boy was wrapping his arms around her waist.
"I have to get goin'," She told him, leaning in to be heard over the roar of the crowd of drunken hicks. "I'm supposed to learn how to read with Ms. McMooseberger, dontcha know?"
Todd snorted. "Readin'?" he scoffed, revving the snowmachine from behind her and peeling off the stage and into a snowdrift. "Stick with me, babe, and you won't need to know how to read."
Sarah smiled; that did sound a lot easier. Learning was hard. "You betcha!" she gasped happily, pointing. "Hey, look! A moose!"
"Shoot it!" Todd cried out. "Damn, I wish we had a helicopter..."
Raising the rifle in her arms, Sarah smiled as she looked through the scope at the soon-to-be-dead thing with antlers; things were startin' to look up for her.
There... I have no idea if it even makes any sense...
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