![]() Anyway, I was living with them for about two weeks when they sent me to the thrift shop to buy used underwear for their stepson. I noticed that this cab was elusive, but then I realized that the eluzivity of the cab was unimportant and promptly declared "fuck it". I called for a taxi and when it approached I noticed the strange license plate said "Fresh" and there were a pair of fuzzy dice in the reflection. ![]() I got into fisticuffs, and my mother became mortified and sent me to live with my aunt and uncle in a town called Belvedere. All of a sudden, some fellows who are not from my area started creating turmoil. Usually just shooting the breeze, playing basketball and being quite hip. I spent most of my youth in a local recreational park. If you'd please just take a moment and sit down, I'll inform you all about how this occured. ![]() This is a tale all about how my life became completely contorted by a VHS tape I found at the Salvation Army.
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