I have one genuine teenage effort from back in the dizzle and one which doesn’t really fit anywhere so I’m plonking it on this page.
Before I knew what dope sickness was,
I’d experienced an agony known only to the hormonally challenged youth and the
irreparably foolish. This is what it
felt like:
Look, I said genuine teenage effort …
Similarly, this one doesn’t really
belong here either, but it needed a home.
When my elder kid was about ten he was into the sword and crystal type
books, so dashed out this little cartoon and stuck it in his bedroom door.
It stayed there for eight years.
Inevitably, the day came when girls
were more important than books and I had to rescue it from the recycle
bin. The ass looks a lot like Scott
Mosier (canine, not human) to me.
Soc is a fraud
downinahole
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