You know the stories of a kid who moves from one school to another and reinvents himself? That's me. I wear bow ties now. I wear English vests. I dress like a Brit, only with more flair. But I couldn't change everything. I'm still the class clown.
Today I scared my buddy Graham while he was deep into a con call. I threw my nerf ball as hard as I could against his glass wall. He jumped a mile and swore under his breath at me. His eyes were black as a shark. It made me happy.
2 comments:
what color are your pants in the above ensemble?
Bill just told me he was wearing black pants, Di - sort of tame, no?
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