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Unfortunnately, in 8th grade, there was a girl named Kristen whose mom obviously did not teach her the value of female grooming.
We were all sitting at a big table in history class when the stench of fresh blue gill hit us like an oar. We all looked around with wrinkled faces, trying to see who was red faced and guilty and ready to be stoned for fouling up the air.
We tucked our horrified noses into our shirts, hoping for relief. Good thing I wore fresh smelling deodorant that day. Kristen sat at the end of the table laughing and tucking her nose also, legs spread eagle...wearing a skirt. A tampon was hanging out of her purse. We knew where the stench was coming from.
What we didn't understand was how she thought it was funny.
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A story I posted in a forum that I thought I wrote with pretty good detail. And it's TRUE. HAHAHA.
We were all sitting at a big table in history class when the stench of fresh blue gill hit us like an oar. We all looked around with wrinkled faces, trying to see who was red faced and guilty and ready to be stoned for fouling up the air.
We tucked our horrified noses into our shirts, hoping for relief. Good thing I wore fresh smelling deodorant that day. Kristen sat at the end of the table laughing and tucking her nose also, legs spread eagle...wearing a skirt. A tampon was hanging out of her purse. We knew where the stench was coming from.
What we didn't understand was how she thought it was funny.
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A story I posted in a forum that I thought I wrote with pretty good detail. And it's TRUE. HAHAHA.