The end of an era - it had to come eventually

[Doc]

Well boys and girls, you know what tomorrow is, the first day of fall. And you know what this means? No more short skirts

I don't know about you, but I can think of nothing sexier than a comely young lady who wraps her nether region in a piece of fabric that comes just about mid-thigh...if not higher. And it just uber-sexy when they have that little slit up the side. Oh man, just thinking about it now creates a tingle in my naughty bits. I am going to miss the women walking around work in those things. A low cut sweater is nice, but nothing compared to a tight little booty hugger.

On a completely separate topic, I love Skittles

[Goatweed]

this summer wasnt even a summer - we hardly had any real hot weather, and it flew by way too fast.

Skittles are really good.

[Splatterpunk]

I love fall. I'm gonna carve pumpkins.

[Ken'sPen]

I'm gonna carve pumpkins.

code for lipo your calves?

[Doc]

If they even think of pulling that M&M's crap and start fiddling with the colors of my Skittles, the roads will flow red with blood. You hear me, red with blood!

[Splatterpunk]

Skittles are addictive.

Now I wish for Tang skittles.

[Doc]

The thought of contaminating the pure goodness of Skittles with your Tang is heresy. You must pay

Allah o akbar!

[Goatweed]

carving pumpkins is nasty.

pumpkin pie is amazing.

[Splatterpunk]

It smells great, pumpkin-carving. Reminds me of 6th grade. Life was simpler then, alas

[Doc]

When I think of 6th grade, I'm reminded of the time that kid puked in class and the janitor came in and put sawdust on it. Ah, the good ol' days

[Splatterpunk]

I hated pukers. The smell of vomit is a terrifying thing for some reason. To witness it is worse.

[Doc]

But you add the smell of sawdust and hilarity ensues

[Splatterpunk]

Sadly, I cannot agree. I may have a puke phobia.

[Keyser Soze]

doc is my new favorite erotic writer.

[The Sleeper]

6th grade was the worst.

[Danked]

I'll miss belly shirts and tank tops. Sigh....

[Goatweed]

I wonder how much more awful puke would smell if you add tang to it?

then again, the puke would only improve the taste of the tang...

[Galt]

dark dark Galt secret:



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I was bullied so much in 6th grade that I switched classes halfway through the year. For some reason, when I started 6th grade I ended up in the self-contained class. You know. The one down near the boiler room in the basement? I don't know why, I got all As and Bs when I was in 5th grade. To this day, I think it was a mix-up. So anyway. I ended up in class with all these morons and thugs (the sixth grade kind: they smoke cigarrettes and their parents were divorced). This one kid took a severe disliking to me, and eventually the entire class would just harrass me and threaten to beat my ass every single day. I didn't want to complain and be a pussy, but I wasn't about to fight one of them and have the entire class jump in. I called the head bully at his house and told him I'd meet him in 20 minutes one weekend and he never showed up. It ended up getting so bad that I had severe stomach pains for like three weeks straight, and missed about two weeks of school. During that time, my hysterical mother made them change my class to a different teacher on a different floor, with different lunch periods and different recess periods.

I was still a bit shell shocked, and became quite shy for a while. Slowly but surely, I came out of my shell and am now completely cured. I don't remember exactly what happened to the head bully, but I'm pretty sure his parents got divorced and one of his brothers may have died. So, all in all, I have no regrets.

[Splatterpunk]

:7:

[Silera]

The seasons mean nothing to me.