Maggie’s Motivational Pic Thread v2.0 - - New Rules - See Post #1
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Except I don’t see a dick & balls anywhere
What kind of car/truck is that?
- Mar 15, 2018
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The Pininfarina Battista is the most powerful car ever
Rusty Griswold : Wow dad, we must have jumped that rail by like 50 yards.
Clark Griswald : Nothing to be proud of Russ...
[pauses as Rusty walks away]
Clark Griswald : [proudly] ... 50 yards...
Rusty Griswold : Wow dad, we must have jumped that rail by like 50 yards.
Clark Griswald : Nothing to be proud of Russ...
[pauses as Rusty walks away]
Clark Griswald : [proudly] ... 50 yards...
How many times did you drop a pencil and look @ the peep show Mini Skirt Susie was giving you from her desk.
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Low bid RAM US Forest Service truck.
I’m so glad I don’t have to worry about that craps shoot nowadays
I had a girl in my ninth grade English class who sat two chairs behind me who didn’t wear underwear. I would bring a pocket mirror with me to class and every once in a while, when she saw I was looking, she would spread her legs and give me a look. I didn’t do very well in English.
I suffered a repetitive-stress injury in my neck.
I had a similar experience in HS, only with a young lady that wore very low cut corduroys and/or jeans., along with a high midrift shirt. When she'd lean forward in the desk chair..... well, let's just say.... she was my "crack" dealer...
Went to parochial school 1st through 8th grade, cafeteria and playground segregated by sex, out of sight of each other. Boys marched first, single file into classroom and sat down, eyes forward. Turn your head to look back, at any time, earned you slap across ear/cheek with ruler. Alphabetically seated, I sat in last row next to back wall so never was tempted with a peek.
A 6-8 foot aisle separated the groups.
Girls then came in to sit down. Some were pulled out of line to kneel facing chalkboard. If front of their skirt didn't touch floor then rear of skirt lifted resulting in ruler across back of thigh, often several times. It was the only time I got a quick flash of panty.
Fights on playground put down immediately, discipline came later. I well know the odor of smelling salts and sting of mercurochrome. The slapping sound of a ruler or riding crop still causes me to duck and throw my hands up in self-defense.
You don't know fear until Sister Mary Theresa comes charging across the playground or down the aisle.
If I wanted to see panties they had better be on a clothesline.
You naughty, naughty boys, you're going to hell. Sister Mary Theresa will be waiting to greet you, ruler in hand.
A 6-8 foot aisle separated the groups.
Girls then came in to sit down. Some were pulled out of line to kneel facing chalkboard. If front of their skirt didn't touch floor then rear of skirt lifted resulting in ruler across back of thigh, often several times. It was the only time I got a quick flash of panty.
Fights on playground put down immediately, discipline came later. I well know the odor of smelling salts and sting of mercurochrome. The slapping sound of a ruler or riding crop still causes me to duck and throw my hands up in self-defense.
You don't know fear until Sister Mary Theresa comes charging across the playground or down the aisle.
If I wanted to see panties they had better be on a clothesline.
You naughty, naughty boys, you're going to hell. Sister Mary Theresa will be waiting to greet you, ruler in hand.
Wine Wednesday
(bet you didn't see it)
(bet you didn't see it)
Went to parochial school 1st through 8th grade, cafeteria and playground segregated by sex, out of sight of each other. Boys marched first, single file into classroom and sat down, eyes forward. Turn your head to look back, at any time, earned you slap across ear/cheek with ruler. Alphabetically seated, I sat in last row next to back wall so never was tempted with a peek.
A 6-8 foot aisle separated the groups.
Girls then came in to sit down. Some were pulled out of line to kneel facing chalkboard. If front of their skirt didn't touch floor then rear of skirt lifted resulting in ruler across back of thigh, often several times. It was the only time I got a quick flash of panty.
Fights on playground put down immediately, discipline came later. I well know the odor of smelling salts and sting of mercurochrome. The slapping sound of a ruler or riding crop still causes me to duck and throw my hands up in self-defense.
You don't know fear until Sister Mary Theresa comes charging across the playground or down the aisle.
If I wanted to see panties they had better be on a clothesline.
You naughty, naughty boys, you're going to hell. Sister Mary Theresa will be waiting to greet you, ruler in hand.
So u r into sadomasochism
I will bet that when Sister Mary Theresa got sent to Hell she was a little surprised.Went to parochial school 1st through 8th grade, cafeteria and playground segregated by sex, out of sight of each other. Boys marched first, single file into classroom and sat down, eyes forward. Turn your head to look back, at any time, earned you slap across ear/cheek with ruler. Alphabetically seated, I sat in last row next to back wall so never was tempted with a peek.
A 6-8 foot aisle separated the groups.
Girls then came in to sit down. Some were pulled out of line to kneel facing chalkboard. If front of their skirt didn't touch floor then rear of skirt lifted resulting in ruler across back of thigh, often several times. It was the only time I got a quick flash of panty.
Fights on playground put down immediately, discipline came later. I well know the odor of smelling salts and sting of mercurochrome. The slapping sound of a ruler or riding crop still causes me to duck and throw my hands up in self-defense.
You don't know fear until Sister Mary Theresa comes charging across the playground or down the aisle.
If I wanted to see panties they had better be on a clothesline.
You naughty, naughty boys, you're going to hell. Sister Mary Theresa will be waiting to greet you, ruler in hand.
Wollerskake (think Elmer Fudd) Wednesday
Went to parochial school 1st through 8th grade, cafeteria and playground segregated by sex, out of sight of each other. Boys marched first, single file into classroom and sat down, eyes forward. Turn your head to look back, at any time, earned you slap across ear/cheek with ruler. Alphabetically seated, I sat in last row next to back wall so never was tempted with a peek.
A 6-8 foot aisle separated the groups.
Girls then came in to sit down. Some were pulled out of line to kneel facing chalkboard. If front of their skirt didn't touch floor then rear of skirt lifted resulting in ruler across back of thigh, often several times. It was the only time I got a quick flash of panty.
Fights on playground put down immediately, discipline came later. I well know the odor of smelling salts and sting of mercurochrome. The slapping sound of a ruler or riding crop still causes me to duck and throw my hands up in self-defense.
You don't know fear until Sister Mary Theresa comes charging across the playground or down the aisle.
If I wanted to see panties they had better be on a clothesline.
You naughty, naughty boys, you're going to hell. Sister Mary Theresa will be waiting to greet you, ruler in hand.
And I'm certain none of the kids had pre-marital sex.
And I'm certain none of the kids had pre-marital sex.
