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It was 1977 and my Dad moved us for the sixth time. This time it was Kansas City. I was turning 16 that summer and played the rebel. Mom offered to take me to get my drivers license and I told her to screw off. I planned to run away back to my sophomore buddies in my old town.
On the good side, it was George Brett and Ed Podolak. My high school was forward thinking. We had a smoking lounge and air conditioning. One day in study hall this chick sits next to me and I?m acting all natural because she is super hot and none of the party chicks in my school wore bras in those days. Her name is Shelley and she is a model for Loves Baby Soft which was a teenie perfume back in those days. Shes got long blonde hair and looks at you all sparkly in her cottony blouses.
We talk small I guess and she continues to sit with me day-after-day at our table. I remember it was a science classroom, because the tables were tall and there were sinks and bunsen burners and dead frogs and fetal pigs everywhere. So one day she says, ?Do you like horseback riding??
?Of course,? said I.
?Well why don?t you pick me up Saturday morning and we can go to my family?s farm and ride horses.?
Fucking A! I get home from school and tell my Mom, ?We gotta go get my drivers license right now!? I pass the tests with record scores and buy mouthwash and Fourexes at the Revco. But then, that Friday, Shelley says in study hall to me: ?It?s not going to work out this weekend. I?m sorry.?
I was floored. She cancelled our date and the next thing you know, I see her in the smoking lounge with this biker kid. Complete with chain drooping leather jacket and 17 year old facial hair. He looked like fucking Serpico and has a motorcycle. She went bad boy on me.
I sneaked dad?s scotch and bensen and hedges from then on and learned what it was like to be a man. I cried to 52nd Street, Aja and Ram and then I bought some hash off a guy named Richard in the smoking lounge. You forget the Shelleys over time and meet the next braless chick and all I can say is it was worth it.
:0055:0055:0055:0055:0055It was 1977 and my Dad moved us for the sixth time. This time it was Kansas City. I was turning 16 that summer and played the rebel. Mom offered to take me to get my drivers license and I told her to screw off. I planned to run away back to my sophomore buddies in my old town.
On the good side, it was George Brett and Ed Podolak. My high school was forward thinking. We had a smoking lounge and air conditioning. One day in study hall this chick sits next to me and I?m acting all natural because she is super hot and none of the party chicks in my school wore bras in those days. Her name is Shelley and she is a model for Loves Baby Soft which was a teenie perfume back in those days. Shes got long blonde hair and looks at you all sparkly in her cottony blouses.
We talk small I guess and she continues to sit with me day-after-day at our table. I remember it was a science classroom, because the tables were tall and there were sinks and bunsen burners and dead frogs and fetal pigs everywhere. So one day she says, ?Do you like horseback riding??
?Of course,? said I.
?Well why don?t you pick me up Saturday morning and we can go to my family?s farm and ride horses.?
Fucking A! I get home from school and tell my Mom, ?We gotta go get my drivers license right now!? I pass the tests with record scores and buy mouthwash and Fourexes at the Revco. But then, that Friday, Shelley says in study hall to me: ?It?s not going to work out this weekend. I?m sorry.?
I was floored. She cancelled our date and the next thing you know, I see her in the smoking lounge with this biker kid. Complete with chain drooping leather jacket and 17 year old facial hair. He looked like fucking Serpico and has a motorcycle. She went bad boy on me.
I sneaked dad?s scotch and bensen and hedges from then on and learned what it was like to be a man. I cried to 52nd Street, Aja and Ram and then I bought some hash off a guy named Richard in the smoking lounge. You forget the Shelleys over time and meet the next braless chick and all I can say is it was worth it.
On the good side, it was George Brett and Ed Podolak. My high school was forward thinking. We had a smoking lounge and air conditioning. One day in study hall this chick sits next to me and I?m acting all natural because she is super hot and none of the party chicks in my school wore bras in those days. Her name is Shelley and she is a model for Loves Baby Soft which was a teenie perfume back in those days. Shes got long blonde hair and looks at you all sparkly in her cottony blouses.
We talk small I guess and she continues to sit with me day-after-day at our table. I remember it was a science classroom, because the tables were tall and there were sinks and bunsen burners and dead frogs and fetal pigs everywhere. So one day she says, ?Do you like horseback riding??
?Of course,? said I.
?Well why don?t you pick me up Saturday morning and we can go to my family?s farm and ride horses.?
Fucking A! I get home from school and tell my Mom, ?We gotta go get my drivers license right now!? I pass the tests with record scores and buy mouthwash and Fourexes at the Revco. But then, that Friday, Shelley says in study hall to me: ?It?s not going to work out this weekend. I?m sorry.?
I can't wait for hammer1 to respond to this threadopcorn2
He owns you all day every day.
He owns everybody every day for every second......:00hour
Hammertime:bigun::bigun::bigun::bigun:
His high school story is going to be fucking epic:0001:00014
They may have been the greatest seven years of his life.
They may have been the greatest seven years of his life.
ouch.. actually 3 1/2 wanted to get out early n start kickin' ass .. also getting some..
You are asking pictures of under aged girls ?
:nono:
Your teachers were underage?
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