I just love remenessing about the old days. Especially High School. If you care to listen to me rant about it for a little while, read on.

High School Memories

I learned a whole lot of stuff when I was in school. I learned all about how the girls have periods and how I'm supposed to stick my thingie in them when they menstrate so that they'll become inpregnated with a sperm that looks like a space fighter and it zeroes in on the girls egg. I always wanted to shoot up an egg with my sperm X-Wings. It seemed like a good way to get back at them for telling me I had cooties. I knew that school was a bad place to be, with all those little brats around. Good thing I never saw any of them naked.

There they were, those pussy ass football players out on the fields, in the halls, up my ass. I swear to God if they push me again I'll pull out my thing and gizz on those ass rapers. And twice those ass munchers have been sliding inflated condoms in my locker, so I have rigged up a small version of dynamite in my locker for those gizz rapers. Plus the women here think I am gay. I am not gay. The only thing worse in the world than being gay and being persecuted for it, is not being gay and being persecuted for it. Now I have on boxing gloves and no one is messing with me. I have learned to do my school work in them and I wear them all the time.

I really wish that I hadn't had all that experience being a nazi german while I was in the tenth grade. All I did was walk around in black leather, beating people over the head and making them do what I wanted them to. Only when I was in the eleventh grade of high school did I try to make friends with anybody. They all really liked me, despite the fact that the previous year I had spit on every one of them. I really don't feel like any of them held anything against me, despite the fact that Gregory Williamson tried to kill me with a pick axe that one time, but he only got me in the leg and the lower abdomen.

And the padded seats of the school bus, while not the most erotic or exotic of places, was well enough made for a good slobbering. We made out all the way. I mean, thats about three hours of fingering, making out, and gizzing my pants. I must have logged about four hundred and seventy two hours of slobber love on the bus going too and from Gods creation. What a gizz farm that was.

Now I do regret all of those times when my english teacher tried to come onto me with round after round of precaurious arousal remarks and gestures. I feel that what she was doing was hindering my abilities to do my studies. I've never really been one to study hard, and matter of factly, I was finding what she was doing a great deal hindering to the little bit of time I did devote to studying. I do have to say though, that I did rather enjoy that one time that I actually let her go as far as she wanted. I feel that I have never been as aroused or acedimically pleased as I was that day. I made straight A's for the next 3 months after that interlude. Indeed I feel that I did learn something very worthwhile in High School. That is, until my senior year when I found out about what went on behind the scenes.

So then I set them loose. Hundreds of mice and frogs from the lab. I think there were some snakes I let loose too. Yes, I am certain of that. One of the larger ones rapped himself around my neck and bit me on the nose. My vision turned yellow, and the next thing I remember is waking up in the janitors closet. My girlfriend was humping the mop...Holy crap. Then I woke up from that horrible dream in the principals office. She was yelling at me for the rodent distrubance. It was real! I had to do sexual favors for the next semester while the other children spent their time going to classes on rodent abuse.

All in all, I believe that what I learned in High School had the possibility of being a good thing. I do remember this one thing that I was in my french class, and I just couldn't get it right. AuuughLaaaughvvorrrr!, the teacher kept saying. Alieyvur!, I kept screaming back. After a few minutes of this, I reverted back to my spanish one and two, and started saying Muy bien cortez en el corranado! She scolded me and made me write Auughlaughvooor on the board over and over again. Man those were the days.

Now all I'm trying to do is take a freaking shower. I swear, I should not have to put up with this crap. There are two guys here with me. I'm hot and sweaty after football practice and here I have to watch one guy molest another guy with a wooden cock made in shop class. I scream in terror, but it was muffled by the poor molested wooden cock boy's screams. Then the asshole with the wooden dildo comes after me. But I resist by sword fighting him with my own bare cock. It hurts. Then he uses his cock plus his wooden dildo to assail me. This sucks. So I fight back with my bare cock and my toes. I kick his ass and I am a hero. All the girls hump me. The end.

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