Discussion in 'History' started by Mini 14, Apr 4, 2011.
Where were you?
I might possibly have been conceived on that day.
I was in New York getting my diaper changed. I remember pooping 3 times that day.
In a high school class, probably.
Probably skipping school and working on my dune buggy.
I was no where near Memphis.
I was standing in front of a milling machine making parts for NASA.
i was at home....still in high school...yes damn it i am that fucking old...my father took my mother down to hay street in fayetteville...he wanted to watch the riots....dad was a quirky one.....my mother said....dad had just sat down in front of one of the shops....when the tear gas hit...
good times...good times
I was knocking up my high school sweetheart during what I thought would be our final session of BREAKING UP SEX.
After that exercise in teen stupidity, I took a nice ride on my motorcycle and enjoyed a warm spring day not having a clue how much I'd just fucked up my life and the life of my GF.
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