Tuesday, October 18, 2005

It's yet another day in typing class. I'm pretty well caught up on my work and I'm happy! So... who wants to hear a story?

We lived in a rough neighborhood our neighborhood was so rough, all the sparrows sang bass. It was so rough, if you saw a cat walk down the street with a whole tail you automatically knew it was from out of town. We played lots of fun games though. We played kick-the-can. We used a 55-gallon drum.
I don't mean to brag or nothing, but I could whip every kid on my street. Well, except for the Renolds kid. HE WAS A BOY!


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