KillerMuffin
Seraphically Disinclined
- Joined
- Jul 29, 2000
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Ever have one of those crushes you just couldn't do anything with? You see the object of your crush and your rational mind says eewwwwwie how revolting but your heart speeds up and nerves hum and those traitorous hormones start pourin out of every ductless gland you own.
I have, this is my story.
I was 12 and blithely watching television in the family room when suddenly He appeared on the screen. My mother said OooOOoOOooo, which is an immediate black mark in my book. My little preadolescent body started doing some awfully weird things and I could not make myself look away. Was I sick? Demented? Yes, indeed I was. I never missed an episode. I even chose to watch Him over my more acceptable object of lust, the General Lee of Dukes of Hazzard fame.
I secretly lusted after Officer Poncherelli for years. Now, when I see Erik Estrada on the cheesy late night commercials, my insides curl up much like salt poured on a slug. I am so ashamed of myself.
I have, this is my story.
I was 12 and blithely watching television in the family room when suddenly He appeared on the screen. My mother said OooOOoOOooo, which is an immediate black mark in my book. My little preadolescent body started doing some awfully weird things and I could not make myself look away. Was I sick? Demented? Yes, indeed I was. I never missed an episode. I even chose to watch Him over my more acceptable object of lust, the General Lee of Dukes of Hazzard fame.
I secretly lusted after Officer Poncherelli for years. Now, when I see Erik Estrada on the cheesy late night commercials, my insides curl up much like salt poured on a slug. I am so ashamed of myself.