veronicaspage

I live at Choopacabra Headquarters! I take care of the boys which is pretty much a full-time job. I help those pigs pick out clothes, give them advice on girls and altogether just try to keep them out of trouble. Anyone will tell you that I'm a quiet kinda girl, but -if you can keep a secret- every once in a while I like to sneak a shot or two of Ten High and take off these dam pants and just let loose like I'm on top of the Box at Beat-It! Sex Dwarf, babies!

Vero Says:

"Have you guys seen what's new in the catalog? Bout time these dudes got it together. Sheesh.There's all kinds of good stuffs! And goodness if yours truly ain't the foxiest ChoopaGirl to model on these here pages!"

Holla at yo girl!

xoxoxoxoxo

when i was real, real, real young, i kissed a guy on the bridge by my house that ran over the 10 freeway. Back then, of course, it was called 'scamming.' We threw a scam on the bridge. Did you guys scam? We would say. Did you mack him? Did you guys mack? On the top of the bridge where the fence is black with exhaust and graffiti, we did scam, gently. We crossed over as friends and emerged as lovers.

So go out and mack the world, Choopamaniacs! Just keep yourselves safe, por favor; How fragile the heart. And keep always the sad and pretty little memories that help u pretend that not all love is pain and sorrow. Because, at least, until tomorrow, I'll never fall in love again.

Until next month, Choopamaniacs.

It wasn't my first kiss; hell, no. But it was the first kiss, I remember, where I literally thought, "Wow." Dude was in football, and relatively experienced, and I was still a small and lovely fawn, afraid and in wonder of everything, especially boys. He had the cutest underbite, smashing his soft lips on top of each other, and for days I sat across the room at summer school, watching. No one had ever given me flowers before, and earlier in the day of that fateful bridge-crossing, he wore his backpack on his chest and fished out a rose. It was cut right at the base, and smashed thin from being under Spanish books all day, but he put a hand around the velvet leaves and squeezed out a shape and handed it to me.

I wanted to mack his butt right then and there. But even back then I had a Lady's patience. Can't give in too early, you know. Got to make 'em sweat it out a bit. And, if I did? Then whenever I come home along the 10 West, back from visiting friends out in West Cochina, I wouldn't see the bridge, and I wouldn't remember, and I wouldn't sigh.