The Math of Lesbianism Brie hated smoking. She thought it was gross. Whenever she caught me smoking, she’d pluck it out of my lips and… Continue reading “The Math of Lesbianism”…
My Skater Boy The spring of my eighth grade year was the stuff of John Hughes movies. That is, if John Hughes movies… Continue reading “My Skater Boy”…
The Blue Banana The level of sacrifice that these two evil girls endured to properly and efficiently humiliate my efforts of social evolution before the first bell rang was nothing short of impressive. Continue reading “The Blue Banana”…
Red Lobster I started to understand. A tan wasn’t just a good look, it was a way-of-life, a religion. And I was about to become a card-carrying member. Continue reading “Red Lobster”…