2019-09-12 at 11:12 PM UTC
9-12
never forget faggits
2019-09-12 at 11:58 PM UTC
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2019-09-13 at 6:51 AM UTC
gadzooks
Dark Matter
[keratinize my mild-tasting blossoming]
I still remember that morning.
It was the 11th grade, but a standard day at the time.
I was sitting in theater education class, when the attendance speaker system started up...
I, of course, recognized the various intonations and mannerisms of our beloved principle, but his voice had taken on a much more serious tone than we were used to.
After a prolonged declamation regarding some aircraft malfunction three timezones away in motherfucking New York City, we all resumed to the typical playfulness of an adolescent schoolday afternoon...
My friend, along with two others in class, and of course myself, adjourned to the shed behind gymnasium.
My one friend unzipped his baggy, yet somehow erotic, low-hanging jeans, and proudly presented his perennially polished penile process.
The rest of us were all, of course, jaws agape, but we were also simultaneously divided firmly down some kind of inter-imposed center...
Do we approach, or do we avoid?
The sheer magnitude, as well as the incontestable likeness, of this fleshy urination device, the rest of having only occasionally fondled until the point of orgasmic euphoria, has us all in figurative shackles.
My one friend, with ginger hair and an abnormally high-pitched voice for our age group, neither child nor adult, but somehow not quite adolescent in its entire essence, reminded us of that mornings' transpirings.
A terrorist act had occurred.
Despite his stern and judgmental demeanor, the rest of us laughed.
To this day, I feel a certain degree of shame.
We thought it but a mere joke, but it was real.
So real.
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2019-09-13 at 6:59 AM UTC
kroz
weak whyte, frothy cuck, and former twink
I was in 9th grade. In guitar class and earlier that morning I used Colgate tooth paste as lube but didn't have time to wash it off. My teacher out it on the TV and some gont in 11th grade in the class started sniffing and said "it smells salty penis"
How did he know what a salty penis smelled like at that age? Mind fucking blown
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2019-09-13 at 7:11 AM UTC
gadzooks
Dark Matter
[keratinize my mild-tasting blossoming]
Ok, I kinda just threw a (PARTIALLY) fictional story up there, because I've never actually retold my memory of that moment to anyone...
But, despite some of the homoereticism that somehow pops up into many of my on-the-cuff stories... the parts about me being right by my ginger friend, in theater class, when the announcement speakers came on... along with us kinda vaguely knowing already about the whole incident (it happened at, like, ~9AM EASTERN TIME) and actually dropping the literally FRESHEST 9/11 jokes ever... That was all true.
And, consistent with my fictionalized version of events above...
I always felt a bit weird about making jokes about a world-record breaking attack that resulted in over a thousand deaths.
It's surreal when you're still a kid/teenager... Even after the fact, but especially so then.
2019-09-14 at 3:37 AM UTC
I hope you drowned while a bunch of people stood around watching and laughing.
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