How do you know I wasn't?Why were you not at your 20 HS reunion tis evening?
How do you know I wasn't?
They lied.I ran into the Mountain Brook class of 1997 Reunion at Oasis. I asked where Fig Jam and Powerman 5000 were. They said, "not present"
I ran into the Mountain Brook class of 1997 Reunion at Oasis. I asked where Fig Jam and Powerman 5000 were. They said, "not present"
I eat little blue pills like they are skittles.1997? What a freakin' Oulde!
I eat little blue pills like they are skittles.
I eat little blue pills like they are skittles.
Errbody thought I was a drug dealer simply because I carried two "beepers"The 90's were a hell of a time to be a teenager. These youngs will never get the thrill of getting a pimpn pager
The bride can't get enough of me. If I am in my house and it's dark outside, you can count on me being in my lingerie.For a man of your advanced years, is that like putting on a Tux to sit and watch TV?
Sort of like getting all dressed up with no place to go!
The bride can't get enough of me. If I am in my house and it's dark outside, you can count on me being in my lingerie.
The 90's were a hell of a time to be a teenager. These youngs will never get the thrill of getting a pimpn pager
I ran into the Mountain Brook class of 1997 Reunion at Oasis. I asked where Fig Jam and Powerman 5000 were. They said, "not present"
I drove powerman AND paid his way. Turns out he left a $20 in my truck but that is $35 short.
Creole ladies are something else. Absolutely gorgeous blend of genetics.70s were not bad. And, to be at Boogervile from 79-82 was more than special.
I was a young country boy from Lower Alabama and the ATL ladies loved my southern drawl and a few other bodily features that don't work as well now--. Really got along well with the Georgia coeds.
Then I moved on to college romance stability with my GF from NOLA. She had the very best natural tan--well, one of the best I have ever seen. I did not go into why but I knew she was a Creole from Uptown. Dated two years and had the time of my life. Well, again, one of the times of my life.. best not go into another story and bore my Brothers and Sisters but only add that she was very fine. Old memories and my usual ramblings.
I'm reppin' c/o 1997 as well. It was a great time to be a youngin.
I was a latchkey kid and my parents weren't shamed for it.Back when a cop would just call your parents over hijinks instead of giving you a rap sheet. When you could pop a damn bra strap without being labeled a predator for life, back when an album was a concept instead of a string of singles and box sets were a thing.
Indeed, but I am still in counseling from watching the Challenger blow up in the elementary school library.I'm reppin' c/o 1997 as well. It was a great time to be a youngin.
Indeed, but I am still in counseling from watching the Challenger blow up in the elementary school library.
bruh.Indeed, but I am still in counseling from watching the Challenger blow up in the elementary school library.
True, very similar and haunting experiences. We were watching on the same TVs we watched Channel 1 on in Miss Ward's class.Brutal stuff. I will never forget that day. We all gathered around the TV. I was at St. Anne's Catholic school in Charlotte, NC. And we witnessed death live, I was only 6 years old I think, maybe 7. That and 9/11 are 2 dates that you know where you were.
I have never been to one single class reunion. 40th comes up next year. I may go to that one. Hthbump
I couldn’t tell you if we even had one. How do you even find out when/where they are?I have never been to one single class reunion. 40th comes up next year. I may go to that one. Hth
Somebody usually would email me and tell me. Not sure how I heard about the 10 year since no Internet.I couldn’t tell you if we even had one. How do you even find out when/where they are?