6 thoughts on “I hate it when I get a boner in school and it …”

  1. Well, it’s been a long time since my school days, since I remember most of the things posted here you’re not supposed to remember until you’re old, so:

    I didn’t wear any underwear.
    My pants were usually pretty badly torn, because the fabric quality was much worse those days.
    We didn’t have desks; we just sat on stools and scribbled on the slates over our knees.
    There weren’t as many as 7 people in my class, because education wasn’t for everyone.
    The walls were pretty flimsy, as cunstruction standards hand’t been invented, so they crumpled at the drop of a hat, really.
    The roof was holey as a sieve, because, with most modern security measures not invented yet, nobody was brave enough to go up there and fix it.
    The Ozone layer hand’t formed yet.
    I can only have boners during New Moon. It’s a vampire thing.
    But, man, going into my next class with that kind of a boner, yeah, what a drag…

  2. I remember going through a phase in school when I would get a hugh boner just as the school bus pulled unto school property. Totally psychological, but It cased embarassment until I finally started to school with a buddy.

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