maildude
Postal Paranoiac
We went on a hayride back in eighth grade, at this farmer's place where the biology teacher used to take us to learn about ******* and stuff. About forty of us were crammed into three different wagons filled with hay, and the wagons were pulled by two horses apiece. Back then, girls and boys were all about groping, and giggling, and slapping, and that kind of sh*t. Rarely was there any penetration during these fun-loving ventures, except of course for the time when our Swedish biology substitute teacher Miss Guntitz came along. You see, for some reason, on that chilly October eve, there was a fourth wagon. During the ride, the wagon kept shaking and swaying...we all thought it was pretty weird. That was until the vehicle came to a sudden stop to avoid a row of ducks crossing the path. The horses bucked, broke their shackles, and bolted away, leaving the wagon on its side and hay everywhere...along with a very embarrassed Miss Guntitz, who was enjoying covert sex with three of the farmer's sons. The local papers ran the whole story the next morning, complete with pictures that somebody took with my Polaroid. Miss Guntitz was discredited, released, and ****** to change her name, whereby she pursued a new career as a moderator on an Internet porn board.
THE END
THE END
