Don’t Make Me Laugh…
Written by Emily on November 20, 2009 – 2:25 pm -When I was little, my dad and I would have tickle fights. If you can imagine me as a cute hysterically giggling girl1, as my dad “counted my ribs” or asked “who wants to have a tickle fight, raise your hand!,” then you could understand why it didn’t take long for me to pee…just a little…in my pants. Read more »
- I can’t. I am pretty much dead inside now. I hope you can though…for the sake of my story. ↩
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