We’re told that when our eighth grade girlfriend Jenny Cross is three inches taller than us, and we look like a FOOL at the spring dance, when she looks down on our bowl cut during a slow dance to K-Ci and JoJo’s “All My Life,” then runs off with an TENTH GRADER, to probably make out. (Ha, take that Jenny! Have fun living out your days with Tommy Lomuscio and his smelly, mouth-breathing family!)
So, imagine my surprise when I entered McCulloch Intermediate School Tuesday night, and saw the above bathroom signs: women and boys. Not 20 feet away from each other.
Hold tight, young men; It gets better.