onto day 2:
when i was a young lad my friends and i used to play road hockey almost every day. and every day the ice cream man would come by at around 4:00. when he first started coming around we would call him the "ice cream nazi" not because he was mean but because he looked like the soup nazi from seinfeld. we thought it was rather ironic though that he turned out to be really very nice. after awhile we learned that his name was norm and started calling him uncle norm.
one fine day two freinds and i were at someone's house where they had

since then i have never hid behind a bush from a robbery.
and neither should you
girv
1 comment:
next mans a flex pon dem rivah...nexxxxt
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