Charlie O. wrote::lol:
And the other wearing top hat and tails!
ya know, i only went to one prom in my entire life. it's true. and it wasn't my own prom, cuz i never made it to a senior year. i never graduated from high school.
when i was in 8th grade, a guy asked me to his senior prom. i accepted. i mean, he looked almost exactly like ian gillan. he pulled up in front of my house in his camaro, wearing a baby blue tux, with ruffles, platforms and a fucquin top hat. at the time? he looked FAB, mwhahaha. then he was a total gentleman to my ma. (my ma whispered to me before we left... "if he causes you one ounce of shit, kill him."
the prom was on the riverboat president. it were luvvvly.
on the way home, he went to kiss me, which i did not mind at all. then he put is hand on my boob.
i was, ohhh, fucque you, i'm outta the car. it was a gotdamn dance, not studio 54 ya perv. i got out of the car. and then i walked seven miles home after he did that. in a floor length prom dress. and he never came anywhere near me or my ma after that.
she was waiting up for me. we had coffees with brandy in it. i was in 8th grade, decked out in a dress i had to borrow, and my ma and i sat and bonded.
er... perhaps i am over-sharing?
oh dear. how could i ever do that.
i feel so ashamed. ya.