Ah, yes...the memories...My gown was home made by grandma.So was my wiglet.
I dont' see what YOU'RE complaining about, Jason.You're the cute one.
I told you MJ that FIVE wiglets was guilding the lily, but oh no...
Oh, but the Walk of Shame those dresses demanded on the way home the next morning from some motel out on Airline Highway.
I'm afraid it was a Walk of Shame walking out of the house in the first place.
I couldn't be bothered to attend. I was working on a salacious undercover article for the newspaper.Confessions of a Teenage Bubble Dancer"While all the other girls were at their senior prom I was downtown...hiding behind my bubble..."