Worst Break-Up Ever, Part I
I think I've figured out a way around the problems with blogger I've been having. The longer posts are going to have to be broken up. Also it gives me an excuse to show off my knowledge of Roman numerals. Welcome to part I!
Maggie, who's over there on the right, posed this question on her blog. I figured I'd answer it here.
I went to an all-boys Catholic High School. No, this isn't the story of my break up with Father O'Fasthands. That actually went pretty smoothly, and paid for law school. No, I only mention that to lay the groundwork for my going to college and having the same experience with girls as your average 8th-grader, which is was the last time I'd spent any great deal of time around girls. And my time in the Boy Scouts didn't prepare me any better. -Make bad joke here-
Maggie, who's over there on the right, posed this question on her blog. I figured I'd answer it here.
I went to an all-boys Catholic High School. No, this isn't the story of my break up with Father O'Fasthands. That actually went pretty smoothly, and paid for law school. No, I only mention that to lay the groundwork for my going to college and having the same experience with girls as your average 8th-grader, which is was the last time I'd spent any great deal of time around girls. And my time in the Boy Scouts didn't prepare me any better. -Make bad joke here-
posted by limpy99 at 9:53 AM
12 Comments:
I'm exhausted from reading that again.
lol @ RSG's comment!
and lol @ Father O'Fasthands...I'll tell that to Mr. Wonderful since he went to Catholic school too ;)
RSg, see, you could have skipped that. There are no tests here.
Lil Sis, be careful about bringing up any flashbacks!
So I have to read multiple posts to get through one? At least that is a solution.
You REALLY like this story, don'tcha? And it's good, too... but nothing really trumps the urologist lopping off a penis in a fit of pique. Don't feel bad, few stories could easily compete with that. ;)
It's not so much that I like this story as it is that I am extremely stubborn and was determined to find a way yo get around Blogger's screw-up. I'm actually kind of tired of it right now.
Maybe it is time to have the worst break up with Blogger?
I think you should demand we all tell our worst break-up stories now. Except that mine is too embarrassing, of course...
I'm sure the Boy Scouts couldn't have helped matters. Rubbing sticks to create fire is simply the wrong message for impressionable and horny young males.
JDR, the thought has crossed my mind.
Alkelda, consider it demanded, embarassment be damned.
Pug, if only they had stopped with the sticks.
Jesus, Limpy... what the hell?
85 parts for ONE post? gahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh. LOL
Six, 85, what's the difference?
Oh yeah, 79.
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