Yesterday I called my former classmates from high school after some 17 years approx (whew, both? We were graduated 1991) for me to share good times.
Then I made a mental image of the good times with them .... the useful scattered on the floor, pushing, laughter, jokes and ridiculous nicknames. I found a good time ... and I told him. And he said that could not be spiteful, it was just boys being boys (17-18 years) who could not have called me. (Sic)
I asked for those who remember me (I had a little blackout, so much trying to delete) and it seems that everyone is married with two or three children and some separated.
I HAVE TO GO?
or better .... VOY
CON A CAKE STUFFED FOSFODON? (Laxative used for colonoscopy where I work) I admit
suggestions .... tb of possible revenge
