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Sunday, August 10, 2003 I've never been to a Fletchers to see a rabbit. I went to Fanchers to see a Rabi once, but he said I wasn't Jewish so get outta there. Then I peed in my pants because I was so sad. I didn't eat breakfast for a whole day after that. In certain circles I became a pariah, and they wouldn't eat with me or come near me. In other circles, where I'd hardly rated at all before, I became nearly like a rock star. The girls asked me to sign their breasts and laughed when it made me cum in my pants. These crowds were crowds that placed high value on one's willingness to mess one's pants in various ways in public. They talked of a shadowy, legendary figure often, who had shat himself while standing on an Interstate blocking traffic. I never figured out if this was a real person or not; at any rate they all said he wasn't around anymore. I could never bring myself to shit myself, though, so eventually my novelty for them wore off and the girls stopped letting me sign them and so I stopped messing in my pants and so I fell out of favor. I found another crowd of guys who'd once been popular with the self-messers but who'd for whatever reason stopped being self-messers and so fallen out of favor with them. These guys all thought I was pretty okay, but they never took me to see a rabbit. posted by Kingo Sleemer | 1:56 PM |
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