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June 12, 2002 - 12:17 PM
A Trip Down Memory Lane
A Trip Down Memory Lane
Peth and I have always had a volatile relationship. We met when we were but wee lasses; when we were still virgins with both boys and girls. Our relationship quickly grew into a pattern where we would be intensely close and then something would happen to piss one or the other or both off and then silence would reign. The silence could last anywhere from days to years. And then we would make up and the cycle would begin anew.
In a swell of nostalgia, I began to consider the past I share with Peth. I tried to recall the events that would lead up to the silent parts of our relationship. There were many, many, many things I remembered that used to piss me off about her and I suppose, when she tries, she can think of many things that pissed her off about me.
One of the things that I remembered that pissed me off the most was when she used to put voodoo curses on me. Man, that would piss me off. It would take me a while to figure out why my eyes were bleeding, but then I would go over to her house and see the doll she made of me with the pins in the eyes. Of course I would take it but she would always make another.
And, ya know, a voodoo curse can not go unavenged. To get back at her, I once paid the guys on the football team to gang rape her. Now keep in mind that the guys on our football team were all over 6' tall and well over 200# each and most of them were darkies so you know they had huge cocks. I figured she would lay off the voodoo afterward and be all contrite that she cursed me. I waited outside the locker room, hoping to see her all roughed up and walking bow-legged. Instead she walked out with a contented smile on her face (although still a little roughed up). She looked at me and giggled. I ran into the locker room and yelled at the morons, "You were supposed to gang rape her! What the hell happened?" They all looked at me with blank expressions until Scott McNair answered, "We did." Then he shrugged his shoulders. I noticed a couple of the slugs asleep on the benches.
But as much as my revenge seemed like a bust, it wasn't. Eventually it really got Peth's goat that the football players ignored her in the hallway and wouldn't return her calls. That pissed her off more then anything. And it got even worse when she discovered she was pregnant and none of the dead-beat hoodlums helped pay for the abortion.
We did stop talking for a while over this incident but then our intense need to commune with each other overwhelmed us and we were best pals again. Eventually something happened that pissed one of us off again. I remember one incident that involved power tools and all Peth's bedroom furniture.
So now Peth and I are enjoying an intense friendship again. It won't be long before something happens to invoke the silence. I hope whatever happens doesn't involve plastic surgery but I hope you all will be witness to it just the same.
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