They did away with dress codes in 1969 when the kids at the High School threatened to riot.They did away with dress codes in 1969 when the kids at the High School threatened to riot. Damn I missed them making girls wear dresses, though. Our Jr. High was way over-crowded and it was so easy to get a quick grope up under girls dresses when kids would pack in tight trying to get into the library during free periods; they'd turn around and you just smiled; they couldn't prove it was your hand that was grabbing at their pussy under their dress, and girls that age usually didn't want anyone to know they'd been felt up. "Hey you boys going out on a DA-ATE together?" 'Dozer's fat pig of an older sister Judy leered, stumping by as we were heading out the front door. I couldn't stand that monster, neither could 'Dozer. She was an aesthetic monstrosity, a disgusting argument in favor of infanticide. *I* would've smothered the cow when it was obvious how fat and ugly she would turn out, if it'd been up to me. "Whassa matter, Dumbo, not gettin' any?" 'Dozer snarled, pushing past his sister. "At least I'm not a FAGGOT you little creep!" she hollered back. |