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Sunday, June 26, 2011
Tell Us About It!
Dear Friends,
Here's the place for you to share your letters with us. Please post a comment and tell us about the special assjack in your life.
For some reason I found it endearing when you wrote "Hello, Stomach" on your apple and then ate it. I looked past the fact you he pierced your ear with one of the football-shaped pins on your Varsity jacket. I even listened to the song "Wait" by White Lion over and over because you were always humming it.
I spent my sophomore and junior years of high school mooning over you. You, who are as dumb as a bucket of rocks. I can't believe I wasted all of that time hanging on your every moronic word. I suppose it was fun to get that worked up over someone...but if my future self could have told my 15 year old self what a dipshit you were... maybe I would have only wasted one school year instead of two. Nah, of course not. High school girls in love are just as guilty of being stupid. They just grow out of it...unlike you. Anyways...thanks for nothing!
Great Letter! I have been there too. Most of high school pining over a guy a year older than me. Only to find out he was a perv and not a sweet nice romantic guy like i had imagined in my head all those years!
Well Randi, I fully intended for my first post as a contributor here to be some thoughtful response to you, our first guest. But it seems that I can't really think of anything intelligent to say because you've put that friggin' White Lion song in my damn head!
I was just a teenager at the time, but I thought it was love at first sight. We'd look across the fryolator at each other and smile. He had such a sweet smile. The way he arranged the pickles and put the ketchup swirl on the burgers was so cute. I thought that he was going to be the one for me. However, he ditched me for the cashier who ended up being a witch!
Don't feel bad Anonymous Poster. It's not the first time a young impressionable girl has fallen for the charms of fry cook. They're like bass players, chick just dig 'em and no one knows why.
In High school my weakness was heavy metal guys with long hair. They might have thought they were musicians if banging your head to slayer was a considered a musical instrument! That was hawt!
Dear Jack,
ReplyDeleteFor some reason I found it endearing when you wrote "Hello, Stomach" on your apple and then ate it. I looked past the fact you he pierced your ear with one of the football-shaped pins on your Varsity jacket. I even listened to the song "Wait" by White Lion over and over because you were always humming it.
I spent my sophomore and junior years of high school mooning over you. You, who are as dumb as a bucket of rocks. I can't believe I wasted all of that time hanging on your every moronic word. I suppose it was fun to get that worked up over someone...but if my future self could have told my 15 year old self what a dipshit you were... maybe I would have only wasted one school year instead of two. Nah, of course not. High school girls in love are just as guilty of being stupid. They just grow out of it...unlike you. Anyways...thanks for nothing!
Great Letter! I have been there too. Most of high school pining over a guy a year older than me. Only to find out he was a perv and not a sweet nice romantic guy like i had imagined in my head all those years!
ReplyDeleteAh, the drama of high school... good times! Thanks for sharing your story with us!
ReplyDeleteThat's what I love about these high school girls, man. I get older, they stay the same age.
ReplyDeleteHahahaaa.... I think we may have found Sassypants' boyfriend from high school! :o)
ReplyDeleteWell Randi, I fully intended for my first post as a contributor here to be some thoughtful response to you, our first guest. But it seems that I can't really think of anything intelligent to say because you've put that friggin' White Lion song in my damn head!
ReplyDeleteSo now I hate your AssJack as well.
Dear Jack,
ReplyDeleteI was just a teenager at the time, but I thought it was love at first sight. We'd look across the fryolator at each other and smile. He had such a sweet smile. The way he arranged the pickles and put the ketchup swirl on the burgers was so cute. I thought that he was going to be the one for me. However, he ditched me for the cashier who ended up being a witch!
sounds like they deserved each other. Did he become a frog after they kissed? He missed out definitely!
ReplyDeleteDon't feel bad Anonymous Poster. It's not the first time a young impressionable girl has fallen for the charms of fry cook. They're like bass players, chick just dig 'em and no one knows why.
ReplyDeleteThird Side is right. My weakness was musicians. Every single one turned out to be an assjack! But it was fun while it lasted! :)
ReplyDeleteIn High school my weakness was heavy metal guys with long hair. They might have thought they were musicians if banging your head to slayer was a considered a musical instrument! That was hawt!
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