I was on a field trip with my fifth grade class hiking Mount Mansfield. It was a warm day, but the mountain hadn’t quite thawed from winter yet. I took a misstep onto an icy patch and as I was about to slip off the edge of the rocky cliff over the 50 ft drop into the trees below I grabbed my classmate Leslie’s arm and she pulled me back. Don’t remember anything else about her, other than she and I weren’t even friends, but she was closest to me as I was about to fall.
Moral of the story: Reach out for help when you really need it, even if you’re reaching to someone you don’t know.
(Mom, I might never have mentioned this to you. For good reason.)
Excellent lesson. I have no idea how I would have answered this question.
Yowza!
*I* am certainly glad Leslie was there to help you!!
REALLY glad you reached out! XOXO
WoW you are one ugly fucker, If I looked like you I would not post myself on the internet, also why Blog.
Do you really think people give a shit about some ugly chick and her sad fucking life lol.
I suggest getting some real friends to chat with.
Is The Truth the married penis sharer or just some random douchenozzle who hopes s/he is the reason someone slits their wrists?
You picked the wrong Bitch to try to bully, asshole. I don’t care about your dick or lack of balls.
(Sorry you have to read this one, Mom.)