Setting The Record Straight About The First Girl I Ever Allowed To Pour Hi-C Blast® On Me In The Bedroom

May 10, 2010

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Somewhere near Milwaukee.

No, she wasn’t deaf. What kind of question is that?

Yes, she knew what she was doing.

No, of course she didn’t refrigerate it. It’s not as sticky if it’s refrigerated.

A teacher. Middle school. Inner-city, but I don’t think that matters.

No, I didn’t call her Fruit Pow.

Yes, all six.

One other girl. Oh, I’d say about a week later.

Well why don’t you ask her, she’s your mother.

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