BLACK TEACHERS
#1
Did you have any?
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#2
Not today they are on loan to my cousin but will be back in the spring to tend the garden.
He ain't heavy, he's my brother.
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#3
Not until I was in college and took Music Appreciation 101aka Clap for Credit.
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(02-03-2021, 12:29 PM)Maggot Wrote: Not today they are on loan to my cousin but will be back in the spring to tend the garden.


You have field niggas? 
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#5
Only in the Summer I can't afford heat for their trailers.
He ain't heavy, he's my brother.
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#6
Yes, the lady next door. She taught me many things.
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#7
We had a black narc. His name was Mr. White.
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#8
We had lots of American Indian and French teachers.
He ain't heavy, he's my brother.
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#9
I grabbed Ms. Lopez's ass at the dance, it was perfect.
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#10
Both my favorite and worst teachers were black. My 6th grade English teacher Ms. Parker was my favorite teacher. The worst was my high-school economics teacher and I can't even remember that fat, useless bitch's name. She'd sit there eating pickles and chips the whole time and if you asked a question she'd tell you to look in the book. I guess she was just getting paid to eat pickles and chips because that's literally the only thing she did.
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#11
I didn't like Home-Ec. We had to make an apron. Are you fricken kiddin' me. It's also the first place I ever saw no bake cookies. Those are literally the only two things I remember about that class. I would have much preferred a shop class, at least I could have made a birdhouse.
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(02-04-2021, 02:04 PM)Duchess Wrote: I didn't like Home-Ec. We had to make an apron. Are you fricken kiddin' me. It's also the first place I ever saw no bake cookies. Those are literally the only two things I remember about that class. I would have much preferred a shop class, at least I could have made a birdhouse.
I didn't like the sewing part of Home-EC. But I remember being very proud of the cranberry orange muffins me and this nice big titties girl made.
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(02-03-2021, 05:24 PM)BigMark Wrote: Yes, the lady next door. She taught me many things.


The boy next door taught me how to tap a tree.   Sarcastic
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(02-04-2021, 03:36 PM)Duchess Wrote:
(02-03-2021, 05:24 PM)BigMark Wrote: Yes, the lady next door. She taught me many things.


The boy next door taught me how to tap a tree.   Sarcastic


Bet that wasn't the only thing he was looking to tap! Smiley_emoticons_stumm Smiley_emoticons_skeptisch Smiley_emoticons_fies
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(02-04-2021, 03:18 PM)Clang McFly Wrote:
(02-04-2021, 02:04 PM)Duchess Wrote: I didn't like Home-Ec. We had to make an apron. Are you fricken kiddin' me. It's also the first place I ever saw no bake cookies. Those are literally the only two things I remember about that class. I would have much preferred a shop class, at least I could have made a birdhouse.
I didn't like the sewing part of Home-EC. But I remember being very proud of the cranberry orange muffins me and this nice big titties girl made.
hah. I didnt like the sewing part either, but I remember being proud of the snicker doodles we made in home-ec. I can't remember who I was teamed up with though. Obviously whoever it was didnt have big tits.
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(02-04-2021, 04:41 PM)Carsman Wrote:
(02-04-2021, 03:36 PM)Duchess Wrote:
(02-03-2021, 05:24 PM)BigMark Wrote: Yes, the lady next door. She taught me many things.


The boy next door taught me how to tap a tree.   Sarcastic


Bet that wasn't the only thing he was looking to tap! Smiley_emoticons_stumm Smiley_emoticons_skeptisch Smiley_emoticons_fies


I was a kid. It wasn't like that at all! I was a pesky little girl. I wanted to do the things the boys were doing, it was always more fun.
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#17
There was a girl in my engine class that was always greasy and never combed her hair and we had fun punching her in the arm, she laughed and punched back and that's why we liked her. When she came to the Prom she was the prettiest girl there. It was amazing how she changed. Her name was Toni and was Italian all the way home.
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#18
Toni the Italian girl had one of the nicest asses I've seen, paired with a big old Sally gap.
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#19
I didnt get too much of my mom's Italian side, but my son looks Italian like he just came off the gondola. Should have named him Sal.
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