Don’t trust a guy with a water bottle in his pocket.

A few months ago, there was an “incident” when our team visited another school.

Things got a bit, um, rowdy in the stands. I was pretty sure they’d forgive and forget.

I was wrong.

This time around, we had to sit in the “naughty” section of the stadium.

I was embarrassed. Ashamed. And confused by all the rules…

No shells? Do they mean seashells?

What kind of weird place is this if we can’t bring seashells? Or dogs?

What about a smoking dog who chews gum and collects seashells? Not welcome?

I just don’t get this place.

Then I met the Principal, and everything became crystal clear…

This guy was really grumpy, because he was REALLY thirsty.

No wonder. Without a head, he had no good way to drink water.

So, I’ve decided to forgive him for the weird signs on campus.

Riddle me this: where is this guy’s head?