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Jan. 29th, 2005 11:43 amsereneorangeMy life is one big ass flash after another.
When I was in 8th grade, I got some new clothes and wore this great (somewhat clingy)sweater and a pretty flowing skirt. I was in-between classes and was walking down the hallway and noticed that everyone was noticing how fine I was. People were nudging and whistling and waving "hi" to me. I got loads of smiles. I sashayed up to my friend Gwen and leaned sideways against her locker. She smiled at me. Said, "Hi. That is a nice outfit. I like your skirt." I smiled, said, "Thank you. It is new." Gwen then reached behind me and pulled my skirt out of the back of my pantyhose for me and covered up my ass. ----Those who know me and my behind really know why this is super funny
I was in 9th grade English class and had to go to the bathroom. Mrs. Stoner always gave us a really hard time about leaving class to go to the bathroom. So I used the old " I need to go put eye drops in my eye and I do not have a mirror" excuse. I had a tumor taken out of my eye years before and am lacking a tear gland in that eye. So off I went. Marcus Pierce was in a classroom that I passed on the way to the bathroom and he gave me a wave and a whistle. I was wearing a gray woolen pleated skirt and a nice pink (?!) oxford shirt and looked very nice. I said thank you and went on my way. I pottied, put in my eye drops (don't want to be a liar, right?) and headed back to class. Marcus gave me another wave and whistle. I gave him another thank you. I got another wave and louder whistle. I gave him an exasperated , "Thank you, Marcus. I got it. I appreciate it." and went on. Marcus whistled again and I ignored him. His desperate please for my attention were really annoying. I went into class and sat down . Here is where the visual aid is appropriate.:
I was sitting theree for a while and Mrs. Stoner called me up. I walked up and stood in front of her desk and faced her, bent over resting my elbows on her desk. She said, "No. Come around here." and pointed next to her. I walked around and kind of squatted down next to her. She then reached behind me and pulled my skirt out of the back of my pantyhose. -----It goes without saying that I have no nerve endings in my ass whatsoever.
When I was in Jr. High, 8th grade, I wore nothing but heels and dresses and skirts. I was 5'8" so I looked like a freakin teacher. One day it rained really hard and our neighborhood flooded. All the kids were wading to the bus stop. My skirt was floating around me, that is how high the water was. When our bus finally came and we all piled on we were bouncy kids all excited about the flood and the idea of school maybe being cancelled. We were on the road with a lot of heavy traffic and the windows were all fogged up. Someone suggested that someone moon the cars behind us and for somereason I thought that person should be me. I might have thought with the skirt, it would be easiet for me. I went to the back emergency door and wiped clear an area to show my boodie. I lifted up the back of my skirt, and pulled down my pantyhose and undies and mooned the car behind us. Unfortunately, I had not thought it through much further. You know how hard it is to get a wet bathing suit back up after going to the restroom? Trying to pull wet pantyhose back on is like 400 times harder. I couldnt get them all the way back up and ended up having to hop down the stairs on the bus and walk like a penguin into school, down the hall to the nearest bathroom so I could get them off.
When I was in 8th grade, I got some new clothes and wore this great (somewhat clingy)sweater and a pretty flowing skirt. I was in-between classes and was walking down the hallway and noticed that everyone was noticing how fine I was. People were nudging and whistling and waving "hi" to me. I got loads of smiles. I sashayed up to my friend Gwen and leaned sideways against her locker. She smiled at me. Said, "Hi. That is a nice outfit. I like your skirt." I smiled, said, "Thank you. It is new." Gwen then reached behind me and pulled my skirt out of the back of my pantyhose for me and covered up my ass. ----Those who know me and my behind really know why this is super funny
I was in 9th grade English class and had to go to the bathroom. Mrs. Stoner always gave us a really hard time about leaving class to go to the bathroom. So I used the old " I need to go put eye drops in my eye and I do not have a mirror" excuse. I had a tumor taken out of my eye years before and am lacking a tear gland in that eye. So off I went. Marcus Pierce was in a classroom that I passed on the way to the bathroom and he gave me a wave and a whistle. I was wearing a gray woolen pleated skirt and a nice pink (?!) oxford shirt and looked very nice. I said thank you and went on my way. I pottied, put in my eye drops (don't want to be a liar, right?) and headed back to class. Marcus gave me another wave and whistle. I gave him another thank you. I got another wave and louder whistle. I gave him an exasperated , "Thank you, Marcus. I got it. I appreciate it." and went on. Marcus whistled again and I ignored him. His desperate please for my attention were really annoying. I went into class and sat down . Here is where the visual aid is appropriate.:
I was sitting theree for a while and Mrs. Stoner called me up. I walked up and stood in front of her desk and faced her, bent over resting my elbows on her desk. She said, "No. Come around here." and pointed next to her. I walked around and kind of squatted down next to her. She then reached behind me and pulled my skirt out of the back of my pantyhose. -----It goes without saying that I have no nerve endings in my ass whatsoever.
When I was in Jr. High, 8th grade, I wore nothing but heels and dresses and skirts. I was 5'8" so I looked like a freakin teacher. One day it rained really hard and our neighborhood flooded. All the kids were wading to the bus stop. My skirt was floating around me, that is how high the water was. When our bus finally came and we all piled on we were bouncy kids all excited about the flood and the idea of school maybe being cancelled. We were on the road with a lot of heavy traffic and the windows were all fogged up. Someone suggested that someone moon the cars behind us and for somereason I thought that person should be me. I might have thought with the skirt, it would be easiet for me. I went to the back emergency door and wiped clear an area to show my boodie. I lifted up the back of my skirt, and pulled down my pantyhose and undies and mooned the car behind us. Unfortunately, I had not thought it through much further. You know how hard it is to get a wet bathing suit back up after going to the restroom? Trying to pull wet pantyhose back on is like 400 times harder. I couldnt get them all the way back up and ended up having to hop down the stairs on the bus and walk like a penguin into school, down the hall to the nearest bathroom so I could get them off.
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Date: 2005-01-29 05:59 pm (UTC)When i was in school my teachers would always give us a hard time about going to the restroom to.. in elementary school i made my mom talk to one of them once.. haha.. now that i look back on that, thats so embarrassing!
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Date: 2005-01-29 06:04 pm (UTC)My butt out of diapers looked like other kids in diapers.
Connor is half black, has a bubble butt, and it still nothing compared to mine. ..that is why it is funny.
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Date: 2005-01-29 06:04 pm (UTC)(no subject)
Date: 2005-01-29 06:50 pm (UTC)the assinine goodness!
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Date: 2005-01-29 09:34 pm (UTC)Oh gosh! You poor thing.
Last night my pants ripped. That was pretty bad. They got caught on the a shelf and ripped! It was a pretty nice size tear. I tried to tape it with packing tape to hold be over but everone tried to be helpful.
The reason I say tried is because they'd come up to me and say, "Oh you sat on some tape Alishea" and pull it off before I could say anything. I was hoping that the beige tape would blend with my beige pants.
So, now most of the people I work with have seen my butt too! haha.
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