Two concussions in the same twentyfour hours. Not literally. I just hopped my head off a bath and car boot door thing. He liked my status about the bath one. He either likes my pain, or wants me. I think it maybe the first one. Or maybe he just finds my daily shenanaganss entertaining. He laughs at what I say in school a lot. He thinks I'm so odd.
OOPSNEWPARAGRAPH.
No damn stagecrew for me anymore. It's bullshiza.
I dunno.
Slan go foill, beacain beag.
- Spud.
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