Dear Diary : Rhymes with Cheetos.

I found my childhood diaries in the basement.


April 10, 1983

Dear Diary,

My brother Seth does not know what a blow job is. I guess he wouldn't because he's only in fifth grade. I learned a new word: Fleeto.* It means blow job.


* I wonder how many times I dropped my new naughty vocab before someone tipped me off on the correct pronunciation of "Fellatio."

Comments

domestika said…
Oh, my heavens, that's so funny! No wonder I burned all my old diaries... :-D
Emily Suess said…
How cute. This reminds me, I should burn all of my diaries before I have kids. Don't want them knowing I used to be totally confused. :)