| Report for Nicolas Kastoris | |
|---|---|
| Approved stories | 4 |
| Pending stories (hidden) | 1 |
| Rejected stories (hidden) | 4 |
| Deleted stories (hidden) | 3 |
| Summary | Could Try Harder |
A nickname applied to me early on in Grade 7 by a flat-chested girl clearly deluded about her own attractiveness. According to friends, the name derived from the fact that every time I looked at her, I would get a steaming erection, which I would get out and beat off.
Even if I had been inclined to spontaneous public dickwanking, I wouldn't have done it over a girl who looked like a fucking man.
Even if I had been inclined to spontaneous public dickwanking, I wouldn't have done it over a girl who looked like a fucking man.
Actually, a melvin was in the front, and a wedgie was in the back. A particularly feared prospect was the Atomic Melvin, in which one's stretchy boxer-briefs were pulled so far up that the elastic band could be placed over one's head.
Insult derived from the use of bleach on underwear to remove skid marks. "You've been bleaching again, you dirty bleacher!"
In fairness, I'd rather be accused of bleaching the skids out of my kex than leaving them there to form gold watches. Better still, I suppose, would be to go through school entirely skid free. I can dream, can't I?
In fairness, I'd rather be accused of bleaching the skids out of my kex than leaving them there to form gold watches. Better still, I suppose, would be to go through school entirely skid free. I can dream, can't I?
In an amazing year of Indiana Jones-esque escapades, my friends and I would booby-trap each others lockers quite freqently using all sorts of house-hold items. Being the top of the top in Science class, which was in the middle of a Mechanical Effeciency unit, I rigged up six cans of whipped cream, two blasting-cap cherry bombs, and a big fake gun with a "Your Gay!" flag that pops out of the front to go off as soon as my buddy opened his locker.
Unfortunately, the cherry bombs blew the binding of the whipping cream cans, sending them flying into the hall. And maybe some of you don't understand how much six cans of whipped cream is.
Unfortunately, the cherry bombs blew the binding of the whipping cream cans, sending them flying into the hall. And maybe some of you don't understand how much six cans of whipped cream is.