Mallow Cup Shop Lift

Teenagers are tempted to prove themselves to their friends. Lena Spain led me astray at Hoke's Variety store when I was 14 years old. She was the scariest, coolest girl in high school and if you didn't follow her, you didn't "belong". Besides being powerful, she was nasty and mean. I was a wimp and farm girl who wanted to belong to the town tyrant. We went to Hoke's and Lena convinced me to shoplift a mallow cup. For the uninitiated - a mallow cup is heaven in a chocolate coating shaped like a cup and the inside is soft, gooey, creamy marshmallow - hence the name. My sweaty palms snaked the mallow cup from the box, slid it in my pocket, and we sauntered out of the store. We got away with it! On the street, I wanted to save it for later, but Lena Spain's threat of turning me in to Mr. Hoke, convinced me to shove the whole thing in my mouth at once. I chewed and swallowed and felt slightly sick. Later I got even sicker. I have never eaten another mallow cup and I'm not sure if the company or the cup still exist. Lena Spain may not still be around either.




Women stop trying to stand up to pee. You don't have the equipment. You won't get venereal diseases from sitting on a plastic toilet seat. How many times do I have to use a public toilet only to discover Yourine on the seat, and I have to clean up the Yourine that some dumb woman left on the rim of the toilet. The only thing worse are those females that don't know how to flush the toilet. Gosh, what do they do at home? Let it all pile up in the toilet bowl?