By now you should either know who the Aquabats are or not. There is no middle ground on the subject. Kinda like that one Thanksgiving feast where aunt Sheela wanted the turkey all to herself but her brother, uncle Philly, wanted the same thing. There was no time for thinking. I had to pick a side then and there. I made up my decision and, before walking to the side I had chosen, I played dead. And that was the first and last time I was beaten to death by a leg of lamb.
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Me and Jenni went to an Aquabats concert while you were on your mission
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