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This thread started from the latest "teacher sleeps with 13-year-old"
story emerging from Tennessee, which indicated that the teacher in
question apparently lived at the student's house for a while with the
approval of the parents...
I lived in a chick's closet once for a little while.
Posted on February 9, 2005 at 09:57:33 AM by Joe Mama
I spent maybe about a month in there. Her name was Samantha Petti and her mom, Dini Petti, was a Toronto talk-show chick in the 80's. The dad was loaded - they were real big ballers. Beautiful mansion.
Samantha (aka "mouse", but I dunno why) was a couple years older than me (IIRC) and was just smoking hot. We hooked up and since I was living with NFA at the time I crashed in Sam's closet for a few weeks, unbeknownst to the Petti parental units. The closet was probably about 400 square feet so I moved a whole mattress and crap in there. We'd hit it at night and then I'd crawl into the closet until morning.
Those were good times.
I was the bad person Sam brought in to her parents life as kind of a big "Fuck you, Mom and Dad". I excelled in that role. That was before I honed my Eddie Haskell parental interaction skills.
I'd really like to see her again. She was a fox. I also hope I haven't mentioned this before.
story emerging from Tennessee, which indicated that the teacher in
question apparently lived at the student's house for a while with the
approval of the parents...
I lived in a chick's closet once for a little while.
Posted on February 9, 2005 at 09:57:33 AM by Joe Mama
I spent maybe about a month in there. Her name was Samantha Petti and her mom, Dini Petti, was a Toronto talk-show chick in the 80's. The dad was loaded - they were real big ballers. Beautiful mansion.
Samantha (aka "mouse", but I dunno why) was a couple years older than me (IIRC) and was just smoking hot. We hooked up and since I was living with NFA at the time I crashed in Sam's closet for a few weeks, unbeknownst to the Petti parental units. The closet was probably about 400 square feet so I moved a whole mattress and crap in there. We'd hit it at night and then I'd crawl into the closet until morning.
Those were good times.
I was the bad person Sam brought in to her parents life as kind of a big "Fuck you, Mom and Dad". I excelled in that role. That was before I honed my Eddie Haskell parental interaction skills.
I'd really like to see her again. She was a fox. I also hope I haven't mentioned this before.


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