I am still always trying to show off my panties...

When I was a kid, I had a friend named Eunice. Well, I should rephrase that. I am reluctant to call her a friend as we got in a fist fight infront of some hot neighborhood boys when I was 8 years old. And by fist fight, I mean she pushed my face into some stickerburrs and I ran home crying and my dad had to pick them out of my face and I could tell he was disappointed that I didn't even get a shot in. I was a pretty mean kid myself and got after my brother regularly with a wire barbecue pit brush grill scraper thing. For some reason, Eunice scared the shit out of me. For good reason, I guess. In high school, I was at a party in someone's trailer house and all of a sudden, there was this big BANG! and the trailer shook and I rushed outside to see if someone ran their vehicle into the house and realized that Eunice had taken one of the cheerleaders at our school and threw her face into the side of the trailer. She was a mean cheerleader and I gained a whole new respect for Eunice and felt a twinge of responsibility as I did not stop her from running my face into something when I was a kid.
Anyway.
So Eunice messaged me on Facebook and several memories came flooding back to me.
Like this one time, still at 8 years old, we had a bit of a drought and the creek next to us had a catfish swimming around in 4 inches of water and his little back was sticking out of the water so we decided it would be fun to shoot it with a bb gun and then make a fire and eat it later. We had a BB gun, but for some reason my parents had taken all the BBs away after my brother stealthily shot the neighbor kid in his penis. So we had to find BBs. Mom's nailpolish! Great idea! So I dumped out 4 bottles of my mom's nailpolish in the bathroom sink to get the bb's out (some of them went down the drain) and I brought the BB gun and the 2 pellets I scored to Eunice, but they did not fit in the gun. Good for the fish, good for the potential fire hazard and horribly bad for my buttcheeks when my mom got home from work and found her bathroom sink coated in several shades of pink.
I also remember when I finally got the balls to stand up to her. I was at her house in 4th grade and we were playing. Eunice had gotten a training bra and wore shirts off the shoulder so you could see it. I was wearing a miniskirt and I did a sommersault and she said, "You're always trying to show off your panties!" and I got offended and ran home and then called her on the telephone 4 hours later and said, "WELL, YOU'RE ALWAYS TRYING TO SHOW OFF YOUR BRA!". OOOOoooooOOOOO. BURN. I burned her so hard that birds were having tragic accidents in the sky that date due to not being able to see each other because of her plumes of smoke. Like she needs to stop, drop and roll. Like she needs to call the EPA file for a large quantity generator air permit.
Another time, we found an old refrigerator in some woods in the back of our neighborhood and Eunice pooped in the crisper drawer.
Good times.