November 2009
17 posts
a story for a holiday
when i was a little human being i went to central school. when i was around 8 or 9 there was a black squirrel outside of the window of mrs. hansons class. who i incidentally once called “mom” by accident and did not live that down the entire year. i thought it was so weird that their was this one black squirrel when all the rest of them in our neighborhood were brown.
the university...
you guys are sneaky, are we sneakier?
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edit: youre gonna like this one. its simple and its all for you. there is no trick at the end.
