Freddogg Off The Chain

Twenty years ago I had this young athletic senior girl in class. She was smart and beautiful and most boys just stayed clear figuring they had a better chance not being shot down training in a Huey Helicopter.

Then the girl targeted this tall goofy never had a date senior in my class. She went after him and he was so wigged out by it that he kept looking around from side to side for the next six months expecting to be flattened by a runaway tractor trailer.

Everyday outside my glass it was him against the locker and her picking and poking and pouting in perky pugnacious alluring fashion. She was a man eating plant controlling all the action through her booty beat down behavior.

Speaking of beat down another student came to me and told me that this squirrelly student snared in the beaver trap of evolutionary brilliance had taken to hitting this girl who was a 10 on the fitness chart while he was an egg noodle. It was actually a boy who told me about “the abuse” and he asked me to speak to the kid before he had to intercede and kick his ass.

Then I put it all together. The cycle of the circle began with her dad who only paid attention to the girl to verbally beat her down and occasionally smacking her in the face when he was in an affectionate mood. That was the male attention she knew and the attention she sought. I said to myself "Dam! This is a beautiful athletic girl and possibly a sexual masochist? She will attract a crowd when she goes to college. She is a danger to herself and to others.”

I spoke with the boy who looked more startled than usual like “how did I know what she was like” and then he said “you have no idea about the sex” and I told him to “shut up” that I could come up with all the ideas he could experience on this earth because I was a Catholic boy and we were taught to imagine the most bizarre human behavior imaginable then to multiply it by 100 and that wouldn’t even scratch the surface of what the average priest heard in the confessional which is why some of them didn’t wear pants.”

Women who become “porn stars with pierced parts” are screaming for the beat down because it’s the only attention their sorry asses get. Hip terminology would categorize these losers as having “esteem issues” and any male who enters their world of Sugar Smack downs better never tie the knot unless its a sheepshank to the four bed posts.

Sigmund Freddogg
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