It's probably good for me to get this stuff off my chest.
Wednesday, September 14, 2005
Confession 121
Remember that brother we hung up in the tree at the cabin? Well, the next year we stuck the obsidian rock he had found into the fire. Then we fished it out with a stick and told him to come get it. It actually seared to his skin. He was screaming so wildly. Mom was PISSED.
3 comments:
You're lucky it didn't explode, but who needs cautionary tales right?
They make for lousy blog fodder.
I hope "infinite" covers this, but if not, I'll come visit you.
But I'm probably going to hell for that comment so...
Wow. That's just downright mean.
Hehe.
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