Well, hell. I'm kitty sitting, so I'm not able to do any turfing of stuff at the mo' and this is frustrating me. I wanna be productive, dammit! I've spent most of my time since Sunday playing Mahjong on facebook wishing everybody was off work so we could chitty-chat all day.
Okay, story time.... a long time ago, when I was just a wee-one, my parents and I stopped in at Pick-a-Pop. Pick-a-pop was a brand of soda that featured numerous flavors and came in small, stubby bottles. I can still picture them! This one particular day we were in wandering the aisles. I held up a bottle of grape soda in my left hand to show my Mom. As I was saying, "Hey Mom, how about this?" the bottle exploded in my hand. That shocked the shit out of me and gouged out a chunk of my middle finger. I remember looking up at my Mom like, "What the--?!"
and before I could do or saying anything I was whisked into the bathroom to wash out any glass from the cut. I ended up going to the hospital and having stitches. My doctor blew up her glove and gave it to me, saying it was a cow's udder heh heh... I still have a scar.
YOUR TURN!
Okay, story time.... a long time ago, when I was just a wee-one, my parents and I stopped in at Pick-a-Pop. Pick-a-pop was a brand of soda that featured numerous flavors and came in small, stubby bottles. I can still picture them! This one particular day we were in wandering the aisles. I held up a bottle of grape soda in my left hand to show my Mom. As I was saying, "Hey Mom, how about this?" the bottle exploded in my hand. That shocked the shit out of me and gouged out a chunk of my middle finger. I remember looking up at my Mom like, "What the--?!"
and before I could do or saying anything I was whisked into the bathroom to wash out any glass from the cut. I ended up going to the hospital and having stitches. My doctor blew up her glove and gave it to me, saying it was a cow's udder heh heh... I still have a scar.
YOUR TURN!
loserkid42:
hello =)
lylee:
k, moving to langley yet? 