doesn't anybody stay in one place anymore...
Bunny 1989
when i was about six my mom woke me up two hours before school because we had to "help some people out." she grabbed her big straw purse with suede straps, threw on her oversized shades and dragged my sister and i from our beds to her cream colored volvo.
we went to Grandy's and bought a dozen cinnamon rolls and filled our thermos with hot chocolate. we headed to the site of our day's good deed. when we arrived at the junior league charity event i had imagined in my head i didn't see any pearls and i certainty didn't see any cucumber sandwiches. instead, i stepped out of the car into a crowd of hairy female legs and everybody was screaming at something across the street.
there was something going on. i parted the sea off furry hippy trunks and made my way to the street. when i got there i was confronted by twenty disgruntled christian women frothing at the mouth and hurling insults at the forrest of legs i was standing in. they were wearing dresses that could have come straight from the set of little house on the prarie and holding signs with dead babies in trash cans on them. they were accompanied by men that looked like my coaches from school. they just stood there. i was scared of the bleeding babies and the ugly women and the reminder of gym.
i screamed and frantically ran away from the street. i searched through the forrest, finally clutching the only bare trunks in the lot. my mom grabbed me and told me she loved me and that i should never be like the people across the street. she picked me up, kissed my cheek and put me in the back seat of the volvo where i slept until i got to school.
that's my boyfriend on all fours right there below the blinds
when i was about six my mom woke me up two hours before school because we had to "help some people out." she grabbed her big straw purse with suede straps, threw on her oversized shades and dragged my sister and i from our beds to her cream colored volvo.
we went to Grandy's and bought a dozen cinnamon rolls and filled our thermos with hot chocolate. we headed to the site of our day's good deed. when we arrived at the junior league charity event i had imagined in my head i didn't see any pearls and i certainty didn't see any cucumber sandwiches. instead, i stepped out of the car into a crowd of hairy female legs and everybody was screaming at something across the street.
there was something going on. i parted the sea off furry hippy trunks and made my way to the street. when i got there i was confronted by twenty disgruntled christian women frothing at the mouth and hurling insults at the forrest of legs i was standing in. they were wearing dresses that could have come straight from the set of little house on the prarie and holding signs with dead babies in trash cans on them. they were accompanied by men that looked like my coaches from school. they just stood there. i was scared of the bleeding babies and the ugly women and the reminder of gym.
i screamed and frantically ran away from the street. i searched through the forrest, finally clutching the only bare trunks in the lot. my mom grabbed me and told me she loved me and that i should never be like the people across the street. she picked me up, kissed my cheek and put me in the back seat of the volvo where i slept until i got to school.
that's my boyfriend on all fours right there below the blinds
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