Monday, June 13, 2005
God Damn Shit
I swear I would have thought of a way to safely bring a beer into the bathroom first if I didn't spend my time being acrimonious (that means bitter) over being jipped out my Hidden Valley Ranch dressing squeeze bottle fortune at the age of 6.
In other childhood memory news... I finally got the reaction I deserved. As a little kid I often got in to the "My dad can beat up your dad" argument. For most children there is no winner to the argument. It just goes back and forth. But for me I threw out the zinger "Oh yeah well one time my dad punched out a llama." One such llama has heeded my warning.
In other childhood memory news... I finally got the reaction I deserved. As a little kid I often got in to the "My dad can beat up your dad" argument. For most children there is no winner to the argument. It just goes back and forth. But for me I threw out the zinger "Oh yeah well one time my dad punched out a llama." One such llama has heeded my warning.
