On 2006-03-09 04:57:00, Anonymous wrote:
"Holy shit batman! I remember the jock itch days in the Morgan Yacht building. It was so dang hot in that building and the AC was rarely used. I think sometimes fo ropen meeting, but really never that I can remember for the kids comfort. I was hot and sweaty all the time. I remember that I had jock itch that started around my navel and went down to just above the knees. My flesh was peeling off and it stunk and hurt like hell. We were not allowed anything to make it better or hurt less. I remember that mine was so bad that it would bleed and was scabby. It itched bad as well and the first thing I would do when I got my pants off at night was rake my finger nails across it trying to get some relief. 'Course, the scratching made it bleed as well..shit, I fucking hated that place.
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ok, you think that visual was gross; how about this. I hated my oldcomer so much that when my flesh was peeling from jock itch, I would wait until he was asleep and scrape it off my thighs and flick it into his mouth (he was a mouth breather) when he and his foster bro were asleep. those mutherfuckers made me sleep on the floor w/only a sheet, no pillow, no blanket, no cushioning. Fuck 'em - they deserved it.
