This is a true story, dear reader
Sitting in the top story of my barn, with my legs dangling down
I sat with my best-est friend.
“We’ll just sneak into the window at night, and cut it off” she said
“We can put them in my mom’s canning jars!” I said
“Yes! We will can them like pickles!” She giggled
“Should we use a knife or big scissors?” I asked
looked at each other
“scissors!” we both said in unison, with wide smiles on our faces.
“I’ll call you tonight” she said
“I’ll sleep with the phone” I replied
Oh dear reader, these little girls were not talking about their mother’s flowers in the garden, but simply, the boys penises in their class