Eeeerp...

Betsy said that all day yesterday she could see my underoos sticking out of the back of my pants.

They had rockets on them.

Red rockets.

Going into underwear space...

I think I'll go hide under my bed now.

And pull up my damn pants.

Hmmm... but P.S.:

I think I have a date for the Prom now. A last resort, anyway. Because I don't know if I could take an entire night with Dave Anderson. Maybe 15 minutes. Maybe.

Either way it's nice to know that I have options. And that someone actually wants to go with me.

Me and my red rocket under panty-things.

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