my father posed a question to me the other day- i have yet to come up with an answer- if you found out your kid smoked, what would you do to punish them? at first i was like, well it's their choice, and you should let them if you want to. but then i thought about it. if my kid smoked, i'd kick their ass, and shove a lighter up their ass. but if you have a good smart answer i can give him, that would enable me to smoke if i felt the need to, email me at knoxrox87@hotmail.com- i'll buy you a pack if you can give me a good answer that works
i miss my brothers like a mofo. lol- what i love is that all of us got stuck with some shitty ass nicknames (i won't say what i was called) but now will is "shaggy", clyde is "nitro", and ernest is (lmao) "fort"- ok, i admit that fort would be cool if his last name wasn't knox. like if he was just known as fort, and think as they may, no one could think of his last name, they just all know him as fort... yeah... right... anyway, if you are really really bored, you should go to the camp fern website and read all about them in camp news, or email them! ernest is in maple, clyde is in hickory, and will is in willow.
i wish erica would come home. there is not one other person who my parents will let me hang out with, and whose parents will let me hang out with them. thinking back on it though, all my best friends' moms hate me. macy's mom hated me with a passion. emily's mom thinks i'm a lying bitch. and megan's mom more or less told me i am never allowed in her house again. james' mom loved me though... sigh, ah, the good old days of preschool...
one can only wonder where stienbeck came up with "grapes of wrath"... i mean, what does that mean? it's like saying "pinapples of anger" or "cranberries of PMS"- he should have never written this book. he should have realized after writing page after page about a turtle crossing the road, that it was time to stop!
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