I'm Eighteen and I Still Sleep with Teddy Bears
Description
Life growing up wasn't always easy.
But, you know, it wasn't so bad, either. I was brought up like any other kid; I learned to ride bikes, ride swings, attend birthday parties. My childhood was fine.
Of course I'm a masculine dude. If being the bottom rank of the school popular list is manly, or getting picked on a lot, or being skinny, or not knowing how to talk to girls, or having only one friend who's a chicken addict and not much better off than me at keeping a good reputation.
Okay, fine, maybe not that masculine.
But I do inherit my parent's talents. While most kids bond with their dads by fishing, my dad teaches me how to manage hair and clothes, while my other dad-
RECORD SCRATCH.
Yes. My other dad.
Foreword
Table of Contents
Yet to be added. If you'd like to read the old chapters that I have deleted, they can be found in my blog.
Hi, guys! Come one and all, new and old subscribers, 'cause it's time for me to rewrite this fanfic! After so much frustration from the lack of plot, bad characterization, and the vague sense of direction in the story, I almost considered deleting it, but of course, that's not fair for the subscribers. So, give me a little time, and we can get this thing back on track.
Rated PG-13. There may be some suggestive themes, crude jokes, curse words, and insensitive references to homouality/religion. Nothing too bad, but if you're offended by my terrible humor, head over to a nice, innocent featured fic.
Copyright PikaChew Jan. 2012, All rights reserved.
I don't even know what that means.
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