It's been about 10 years since I've graduated from high school. I moved away to the South for better work, opportunity blah blah. So I decide to take a trip home for the Thanksgiving break. Mom's phone was off still at our childhood home and probably won't be leaving anytime soon, even though I want her to retire down south, but hey it's her life and I'm just living in it. So I flew in from Georgia to the good ole blue crabs and old bay seasoning state of Maryland. Once I landed I went right down to enterprise to pick up my car rental. Very basic silver Handai Civic. This is where this simple holiday trip takes a very interesting turn. The agent must have been having a rough day because his polo was untucked, hair a bit frazzled, and I guess he forgot to zip up his fly and to my greatest pleasure I see a while fabric sticking out.
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Glen Dirty Class Reunion Pt. 1
Fiction généraleIt's time for a high school reunion and wedgies seem to follow this man. Once a bully always a bully.
