ripped jeans
as a teen metal mother, everything was ripped to shreds before being worthy of wearing. I was at home, having been off school ill for a couple of days, and was getting into the spirit of taking it easy by wearing one spectacularly destroyed pair of jeans. A couple of female friends came round to make sure I was ok, and we sat in my room on beanbags and shot the shit for a bit. Until of course one of them stops in mid conversation, and stares at me crotch. Turns out the boys had popped out of the barracks for a quick roam, and were now fully on display for the world (well, two 15 year old girls). I may have been a little over enthusiastic with the stanlley knife. Shame, cos I really fancied one of them, and it totally destroyed my chances with her at the time. Still copped off with her about 10 years later. Actually, Im writing this and I just remembered that I tapped off with her at a party about 2 years later, but had to stop before fully consumating the relationship because she had to empty some alcohol out of her decidedly small frame. Via her sweet little mouth.
God bless ballet dancers; great legs, and not scared of throwing up either!
(kaptinkurtz, Tue 29 Aug 2006, 12:27, Reply)