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Tuesday, March 21, 2006
Stay off the Grass
As discussed below, I wasn't allowed to walk on the grass when I was growing up. I still don't walk on the grass. My dad would even scare away dogs that meandered over by shooting a BB gun into the air. However, he never went this far.
1 comment:
i guess we all learned a lesson today, kids. when someone tells you not to walk on their lawn... DON'T FUCKING WALK ON THEIR LAWN!
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