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Posted: Sun Sep 13, 2015 6:13 pm
I lay there on the floor of the boy’s room in the junior high, clutching my middle and pondering how difficult it was to adjust to public school after being segregated from other children my entire life. I must have appeared strange on my first day because Big Mike appointed me his nemesis for no reason. Today, he’d finally given me a thorough beating. I was just trying to make conversation and get on the guy’s good side, but I guess it isn’t appropriate to remark on someone’s obvious ingestion of asparagus while standing next to him at the urinal.
Posted: Tue Sep 15, 2015 12:55 am
No good ever comes of discussions at urinals.
Posted: Sat Sep 19, 2015 4:22 pm