PILFs

More like, "Oh, Science Lad, I seem to have dropped my books and can't pick them up. Would you be so kind as to bend down and get them for me...? Ahem, ahem?"

Oh, the fun we could have.

 

I always am the one to go to the science closet and get books. Haha, then the science teacher decides to make you her bitch or something and you have to push her off your leg. My science teacher was this parrothead/deadhead in her early 60s who you could tell got way too drunk on martinis or fuzzy navels on saturday nights, a few times in her life.... She was from Lubbock, haw... (And her son lived in Waco)

 

I do believe it is time for le panty change.

 

parrothead?

 

Yes.



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