 I stole an entire magazine from the doctor's office, but with the doctor's verbal permission. The embarrasing bit: it was American Cheerleader magazine. (Please stop looking at me that way.) |
| I stole an entire magazine from the doctor's office, but with the doctor's verbal permission. The embarrasing bit: it was American Cheerleader magazine. (Please stop looking at me that way.) |
Oh, Poppy, Poppy, Poppy... Please tell me that this was because you had lust in your heart for the cute boy on the cover and not because you are revealing a secret cheerleading past!?
ReplyDeleteI was hoping the same thing as lushly me... either that, or it had some totally awesome low-fat recipe in it somewhere. ;-)
ReplyDeleteMoi? A cheerleader? Nooooo. At my school only the gutter chicks cheered, so I would not be caught dead on that team.
ReplyDeleteBut, my secret pleasure is watching cheerleading on TV or in person. I can't get enough of it. Dunno what's wrong with me...
I understand completely Poppy, why I myself, have a fille (Imelda) that just recently participated on the dance team at the half-time show of a basketball game... I was stunned at how much I enjoyed it!
ReplyDeleteHA!! I'd have just stuck in my purse and called it a day.
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