There’s nothing like the deep breaths after laughing that hard.
Nothing in the world like a sore stomach for the right reasons. It was that great.
So, Patrick and I shared all the stories we could think of.
There was a kid named Barry, who used to build kites in art class.
Then, after school, he would attach firecrackers to the kite and fly it and blow it up.
He’s now studying to be an air traffic controller. —Patrick’s story via Sam
And then there was this kid named Chip who spent all of his money from allowance and Christmas and birthdays
to buy bug killing equipment and he would go door to door asking if he could kill the bugs for free. —my story via my sister
There was a guy named Carl Burns and everyone called him C.B.
And one day C.B. got so drunk at a party that he tried to “fuck” the host’s dog. —Patrick’s story
And there was this guy they called “Action Jack” because supposedly he was caught masturbating at a drunk party.
And at every pep rally, the kids would clap and chant. Action Jack … clap clap clap … Action Jack! —my story via my brother
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