My first grade teacher was an old battle axe. She pulled one of my teeth that I was wiggling. It was barely loose. Blood ran down my chin onto my shirt. She said, “You better go get a drink.” Nothing could have prepared me for that. Nowadays, I would own that school.
Studebaker Hoch 11 months ago
My first grade teacher was an old battle axe. She pulled one of my teeth that I was wiggling. It was barely loose. Blood ran down my chin onto my shirt. She said, “You better go get a drink.” Nothing could have prepared me for that. Nowadays, I would own that school.
jagedlo 11 months ago
Big and Scary? Since when Ruthie?
kab2rb 11 months ago
Ruthie you are not helping.