I was about to be publicly humiliated again, and there was nothing I could do about it.
On one very specific day each year—usually when I was sick or had a gnarly pimple— my image would be immortalize…
I was about to be publicly humiliated again, and there was nothing I could do about it.
On one very specific day each year—usually when I was sick or had a gnarly pimple— my image would be immortalize…