memories

Everyday in 8th grade we went to Kody's pool after school.

There was always one ninth grader there.

Who asked, everyday, if he could spit on me.

He'd say:

"PLEASE JUST LET ME SPIT ON YOU"

I'd say

"NO! Absolutely not."

He'd say

"Fine if it's not on your face then how about on your hand?"

I'd say

"SHUT UP!"

And then cry the whole walk home.

Even today I hate it when guys spit on a girl's vajayjay's in pornos.