Reminds me of a story.
When I was a grade 5-6 punk, we had a goon in our class, one of those guys that was old enough to have a drivers license in grade 3. He was huge and would kick our asses on a regular basis.
Anyway he got a rubber from somewhere, probably an older brother.
He had it in his wallet so long, there was a ring worn into the leather. He would take this out occasionally and show us his treasure. It had not been in the foil wrapper for some time. Of course we did not know it had a foil wrapper at that age.
All part of our sex ed in those days.
Anyway periodically he would inform us shithawks to line up and watch through the cracks under the back stairs to the school from time to time.
And he would be under there from time to time administering to a couple of grade 8 girls.
After which he would shake the thing out and re roll it an put it back in hs wallet all very proud.
Any of those girls could have been a Camel a they were about that bright. It all ended one hot sunny day. When one of the older farm women teachers caught us lined up for our sex ed all peeking through cracks.
The shit hit the fan. She went under those stairs with one of those old style corn brooms, like Sherman on his March through Georgia. Big old Donny, never even got time to roll up his rubber for another day, he run with the matron putting knots on his head, and the girl screaming in hysteria in the background.
What a show. Big old Donny was never seen again.
Never saw that girl again either.
Anyway the VP Kamalla Harris probably learned her skills under the back stairs of a school someplace just like what we saw that day. Only it would have been a line up of boys all petting hard ons waiting their turn.
