The Story: Don't eat the fruit in the garden, Eden,, It wasn't in God's natural plan., You were only a rib,, And look at what you did,, To Adam, the father of Man.
The Story: You smell like goat, I'll see you in hell
She was fourteen; I was eleven. She was singing along with the radio, and when she sang it like that, I almost fell ion the floor laughing, and she "colored" quite nicely-a deep rose, as I recall. What can I say; I was the smart-aleck stepsister, and she hated looking like an idiot, even though we lived in the South, black people were still called "colored" by older folks, and she didn't know squat about the ethnic background of Gypsies!
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Anonymous
Submitted on
4/23/2002 3:06 pm
Age it happened
11
Better than original?
No
Convinced others you were right?
No
Was partying involved?
No
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