Date: August 29th, 2026 1:50 AM Author: Concupiscible hospital gay wizard
His friend is in the marching band and already has some prominent spot, so he wanted to go support him. I guess it’s a big deal because the marching band is really good and won state three years running or some shit. They had a white out theme and that apparently translated to every girl at the school wearing a super tight, super low cut, spaghetti strapped, midriff baring tank top and tight white pajama shorts ie basically just boxers. I was there with my wife and my youngest while our oldest was hanging with his friends. It was like the High School Girls with Firm Healthy Tits thread had a meet up. I was in the fight of my life to not let my wife see me staring. I have never felt more like a Gross Old Man and couldn’t even pretend to run concerned dad schtick. I don’t think I can go to any more of those games unless I know in advance my wife will not be there.
Date: August 29th, 2026 2:13 AM Author: Concupiscible hospital gay wizard
Clothes that they thought their guy friends would think are cool. These phone brained girls also couldn’t give a shit about impressing boys their age, and when they’re not jockeying for status among themselves (ie 95% of the time) they tend to give older dudes hungry eyes like they think they can find a simp on the verge of divorce who will buy them a car or whatever. It’s such a weirdly charged atmosphere and the charge is scantily clad jailbait.
Date: August 29th, 2026 12:45 PM Author: Fragrant Walnut Base
I could hear the announcer at the local stadium last night from my back yard. I was sitting out there on the patio drinking one of those old timey cokes from a thick glass bottle. The kind you have to pay like $2.75 for at the store. It was ice cold. The sky was gray with clouds. The night felt electric. And I could hear those faint stadium sounds emanating from the periphery.