Patrick Hutchison was the object of my seventh and eighth grade affections. Man, he was so fine … (remember when we used to say that?) He was in Mr. Jones’ seventh grade English class with me. I remember three things about that class: Patrick was in it, Mr. Jones was nice, and on his bald, …
July 2011
Patrick Hutchison was the object of my seventh and eighth grade affections. Man, he was so fine … (remember when we used to say that?) He was in Mr. Jones’ seventh grade English class with me. I remember three things about that class: Patrick was in it, Mr. Jones was nice, and on his bald, …
WARNING: This post contains details of experiences which would preferably happen only in the bathroom–your own bathroom. Reader discretion is advised. I’d like to be classy. I remember that when Brian and I first moved here and I was working at the candy store, Liz Barnhardt commented to me how funny her family thought it …
You’re jumping up and down and you feel something brown… Read More »
WARNING: This post contains details of experiences which would preferably happen only in the bathroom–your own bathroom. Reader discretion is advised. I’d like to be classy. I remember that when Brian and I first moved here and I was working at the candy store, Liz Barnhardt commented to me how funny her family thought it …
You’re jumping up and down and you feel something brown… Read More »