It doesn't matter if it was wet or dry on the outside. You were still flinging manure at each other.
I didn't have video games either. And electric fences?! magnifying glasses?! How we longed for such luxuries. No, we made do with just an old twig for a toy and we were glad to have it!
Ms. Imp - you take yourself out for dinner every night until you move. He's a jackass. Either that or make yourself a hearty and satisfying risotto and then open a can of spaghetti-o's and set it on his plate.
I know about leaving the house - I was only in mine for 1.5 years! And as I've said before, I thought I'd lose my mind before I finally got out. But it was oh so much better after that!
lodo
I agree with Lodo. I know he was a good guy at the beginning but holy crap this guy is out there now. I agree just get it over with and move on..don't even look back.
and as you leave take a pistol and blow that frinkin lock off that box..it's time to see what is inside that bad boy..
