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I REMEMBER sitting in the young Miss Horvath's 9th grade english class(ironically, she would have probably been about 25 at the time too), with a certain appendage of mine at full attention, AND all the while thinking to myself...."Oh Baby! Just give me 10 minutes alone with her in that coat closet over there, and I could die a happy young man today."
You ain't the only one, buddy  , (and I don't mean Clinton's dog, so don't start  ).
I would bet that particular fantasy is a very common one among the male members here  . (Mine was Mrs. McCracken-really, fresh from college, who liked to sit on her desk, facing the class, and lecture. While wearing mini-skirts   .
Regarding the rest of your post: When all those things converge, the world will END!!!
Contra todo mal, mezcal; contra todo bien, también
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