Posted on | August 24, 2009 | By Guest Contributor | 4 Comments
By R. W.
University of Texas
I suffer from something
Maybe you’re familiar…?
You see, I’m not from around here.
Saturday morning cartoons and Micky D’s after Volleyball
You played sports? YES I played sports (well, sort of)
These hips do more than pushing babies
Facebook pictures in tank tops. Pants. At The Beach.
Can I leave those up? Isn’t there some kind of Heter for that? Like married women who still have pictures pre-sheitl? No? Oh…
I know what bacon tastes like! Oh, And Cheeseburgers
Eh, yall aren’t missing much…. but waiting 6 hours?
That’s a lot to ask.
My artifacts: cursing, 7 old pairs of jeans, tube tops.
My racey bucket list.
Ex boyfriends (their artifacts)
The crowd I used to own now baby mamas, tattooed, trash.
Yeah, I have a past.
The Mishnah (like I remember which one) tells others not to ask
Kidding? I love this subject.
Me, me, sin, light, Israel, me, sem, me. etc.