Tuesday, August 23, 2005
JUST GOT BACK FROM CHUCK E. CHEESE, OWNED THE FUCK OUT OF SKI BALL.
GOING THROUGH MY LOOT, 3 STUFFED ANIMALS, HANDFUL OF PIXIE STICKS (I DON'T CARE IF YOU ASK NICELY, YOU CAN NOT HAVE), AND A HANDFUL OF CARMEL CORN RIDING SHOTGUN IN MY PANTS POCKET.
YOU TYPED A MEMO AND TOOK A CONFERENCE CALL IN YOUR KHAKIS AND BLUE SHIRT (NICE SQUARE TOED SHOES.)
MRH,
SHOWED THAT FUCKING MOUSE WHY YOU DON'T SNEAK UP ON MRH WHILE IN SKI BALL ZONE.