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Boys pants pulled down in school
There was a huge pantsing (Is that how you spell it?) epidemic during my 6th grade year. I was the main target, as I would not participate, therefore I was viewed as prey, just waiting for their pants to be ripped away.
Thus, I enact a plan of pure dubauchery. The next day, I prepared, grabbing the biggest, most loose fitting pants I owned. Perfect pantsing target. I go to school. I walk in to class. Things are going fairly normal, until finally I notice the group (of pantsers) was giggling and looking in my direction.
This was it, my perfect victory; I was going to win. I found myself on my feet for some reason or another and I could feel someone creeping behind me.
And finally...
I felt my pants drop. Felt the rush of cool, classroom air and stood there in all my glory, for there was one thing the pantsers could not have prepared for. The entire group stared in horror at my exposed cheeks but in that moment, all I felt was the sweet taste of victory.
While this did not stop the epidemic, it DID get them to leave me alone.
Didja pop wood?
Yes
Was it throbbing with excitement in front of innocent girls?
Yes it was throbbing so hard
I just wish one of the girls would come and touch it
I would touch it, poheywood@gnmail.com