So the dance is in an hour and ten, and Rebecca is over. We are presently eating the rather delicious deer spaghetti, and dad is telling stories us my previous rudenesses, such as the time that I had to go pee at Trenton's band recital, so I simply told my dad: "I have to urinate", and left the premises.
But anyways, gotta go get ready to 'party'.
Laterr.
Juno,
The Will
12 years ago
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