That's right - THE MILLENIUM. Y2K. The "Kegs-illenium". It goes by a bunch of names, but it reminds me of a specific period of my life. High School.
Not really into thinking too much about the past, or boring stories of glory days, but it's an interesting time nonetheless.
Remember back in the day when you went to a high school dance? It was like the hour and a half between the final bell letting you out of school and after school sports practice times ten. Unabashed displays of hormones, the boys strategically unbuttoning their shirts, the girls weeding out which dudes they'd make out with. The result: Grinding.
I don't know how we got away with it. 20+ kids (half, who could achieve erection from math class) dancing with each other genitals to ass 40 feet down the line, honestly, what where those teachers thinking. I guess that's what I get for going to Fuck-a-Sank High School (you know what I'm talking about, the few of you out there). Crotch-Ass-Crotch-Ass-Ass-Crotch-Crotch-Ass-Ass-Crotch-Ass-Crotch-Ass-Crotch-Crotch-Ass. The combinations were endless. My brother, studying to be an actuary, would love the permutations possible.
Shame on you teachers. You should have gotten the hose like Dick Belding threatened at every single dance that Bayside High every had. No way they could have set up "A Line", they had like 7 students, 8 teachers, and one principal. Explain to me how THAT worked. Fuck-a-Skank did it right, let me tell you. The simulated sex was almost as good as real sex, especially for a high schooler in the year 2000.
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