Sigmund , do you mind if I tell you a story I've written/currently working on?
EDIT: Never mind, it's not a good idea.
EDIT: Never mind, it's not a good idea.
Tell me a story.
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Oh thanks guys, I didn't tell that to fish for compliments. I was just telling a story.
I'll tell a better story.
I was a cheerleader. I was the worst cheerleader my school ever had because I really didn't give a rat's behind about team spirit and all that crap. I just wanted to wear the cute outfits.
I was the cheerleader who voted no on fund raising.
I was the cheerleader who hid in the bathroom so I wouldn't have to do a starting line up for state basketball tourneys (we were short 2 girls and didn't practice anything. No way I was winging something.)
I was the cheerleader who told the head cheerleader I couldn't go to camp because my grandma was dying. Like, 3 separate camp dates. (I ended up going and we won the spirit trophy over 300 other girls!) Grandma didn't die for like another 8 years.
I was the cheerleader every morning out of the cafeteria at camp, I stopped and pulled all the cigarette knobs on the cigarette machine in hopes a pack would fall.
My team of 5 girls made friends with a Canadian team at camp, they were the Aardvarks. No sh*t. They would yell across the quad, "wait up you _______ "insert bird name of your choice. And we all turned and waved, turned back around and I sighed and said, "F*cking Aardvarks." I was tired. (Any of you Canadians know a high school with the Aardvarks as a mascot? Yeah. It was them.)
So, there ya go. I was a hoot to party with though.
I'll tell a better story.
I was a cheerleader. I was the worst cheerleader my school ever had because I really didn't give a rat's behind about team spirit and all that crap. I just wanted to wear the cute outfits.
I was the cheerleader who voted no on fund raising.
I was the cheerleader who hid in the bathroom so I wouldn't have to do a starting line up for state basketball tourneys (we were short 2 girls and didn't practice anything. No way I was winging something.)
I was the cheerleader who told the head cheerleader I couldn't go to camp because my grandma was dying. Like, 3 separate camp dates. (I ended up going and we won the spirit trophy over 300 other girls!) Grandma didn't die for like another 8 years.
I was the cheerleader every morning out of the cafeteria at camp, I stopped and pulled all the cigarette knobs on the cigarette machine in hopes a pack would fall.
My team of 5 girls made friends with a Canadian team at camp, they were the Aardvarks. No sh*t. They would yell across the quad, "wait up you _______ "insert bird name of your choice. And we all turned and waved, turned back around and I sighed and said, "F*cking Aardvarks." I was tired. (Any of you Canadians know a high school with the Aardvarks as a mascot? Yeah. It was them.)
So, there ya go. I was a hoot to party with though.
Yes. yes they are. But it hurt.
These same guys were asking me out a few years later when I grew long legs and big boobs. Teenage boys don't see the face when boobs are in the way.
And you are the gentleman as always.
thanks. it was those horrible ugly duckling years. When the man from the picture taking place for the year book asked me if I was a boy or girl.
I grew up in a town that ended the the word 'Stone'
All of our sport shirts proclaimed the word ' STONERS'
Cheerleader, Softball, Bowling, Basketball - I had the shirt that proclaimed 'STONER' in every sport I did.
We sang the song. 'we are stoners, couldn't be prouder, if you don't hear us, we shout a little louder'
Wasn't till about Junior high or so did the irony get to us.
Wish I still had those stoner trophies engraved, and the shirts.
Sorry Mr. Cranky, we don't allow fiction writing posted directly to the site.
When Siggy asked for a story, we have to keep it within the rules of the board.
When Siggy asked for a story, we have to keep it within the rules of the board.
Well you're not. You're the cat's pajamas ma'am and don't forget it.
Wonder what happened to the straddle girl.good thing it was before cell phone pics. yikes.
That's a whole other story....lol, quite a lengthy one.
Hi!
From what I understand, we cannot post fiction here. It can get all kinds of legal scary.
Would you be so kind and tell about one of your life experiences?
Opps! Dana Jean . I just posted to another member about posting fiction.
I would, however, like to read Mr. Cranky story about the nurse and his backyard encounter again. (Pssst. It was Mr.Cranky who told us that story, wasn't it? ) (Beg pardon Mr. Cranky if i mis-remembered you.)
Please tell.
Thank you, Dear One
Now, that's sweet!
Thank you. But please don't call me ma'am. It makes me feel like I'm 100!
Eff them. You are gorgeous! If you only knew how ugly I felt walking next to you in Atalanta. You are stunning.
What are you talking about girl! You looked so pretty, you are a natural girl. And, I loved your dress!Thank you, Dear One
Now, that's sweet!
Thank you. But please don't call me ma'am. It makes me feel like I'm 100!
Eff them. You are gorgeous! If you only knew how ugly I felt walking next to you in Atalanta. You are stunning.
One time on the way to an important job interview - it started snowing bad.
Windows got fogged up and I cranked it down a bit. Got hit slam blam right in the face with dirty ice and snow from a passing plow.
Did not get the job, probably because I was still cussin and picking frozen blobs out of my hair when I got there.
Windows got fogged up and I cranked it down a bit. Got hit slam blam right in the face with dirty ice and snow from a passing plow.
Did not get the job, probably because I was still cussin and picking frozen blobs out of my hair when I got there.
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