Post by tortemarra on Jun 3, 2015 19:04:52 GMT -4
I can't number for the life of me.
A few days ago: Art. Talking with my friends.
I learn that my friend is Canadian.
That makes sense since he is really nice.
So I make up the idea that all Canadians are robot aliens, acting nice to abduct all humans.
He cries.
Case in point, my friend is a alien-borg.
A few years ago: The Playground.
I usually have nothing to do, so I look for a problem.
Sometimes dumb like taking over the playground.
I always gather random little children to do that, and after that, do random stuff.
My dad always tells me not to.
Whatever.
He makes me do chores.
K.
A few days ago: Art. Talking with my friends.
I learn that my friend is Canadian.
That makes sense since he is really nice.
So I make up the idea that all Canadians are robot aliens, acting nice to abduct all humans.
He cries.
Case in point, my friend is a alien-borg.
A few years ago: The Playground.
I usually have nothing to do, so I look for a problem.
Sometimes dumb like taking over the playground.
I always gather random little children to do that, and after that, do random stuff.
My dad always tells me not to.
Whatever.
He makes me do chores.
K.
