Maybe I just need an older brother to bully me and shove his cock in me and tell me that I was *made* for him. That I'm nothing but his perfect cock sleeve that mom and dad made for me.
fuck that science teacher who was mean to you, they just dont understand the joys and wonders of theatre
Well, I can't really argue the fact she wasn't very creative and one of the most serious teachers I ever met, but to put things into perspective: I am almost 35, so I was 12 in 2001.
And I do believe that, in the grand scheme of things, I could have timed my presentation about the fascist Mars oligarchy that gets blown to smithereens by a group of plucky rebels a little better than the month after 9/11.