time for sharing
this is a funny story i learned about myself on mothers day from my brother, and have just been too lazy / busy / not in the mood to tell until now. apparently my craziness started at age 2. only the 2 people on my friends list who i know IRL will say "ooooohhhh... this is how it all began" lmao.
so apparently when i was 2, my brother had a gerbil; if i was 2, then Shonee was 7 at the time.
i thought the gerbil was interesting / cute so i tried to touch it. the lil' shit bit me. so apparently i picked up some toy, bopped the gerbil with it killed the gerbil, tossed it aside and walked away -- tra-la-la and played something else.
7 year old Shonee was standing there crying.
the end
:D lol
so apparently when i was 2, my brother had a gerbil; if i was 2, then Shonee was 7 at the time.
i thought the gerbil was interesting / cute so i tried to touch it. the lil' shit bit me. so apparently i picked up some toy, bopped the gerbil with it killed the gerbil, tossed it aside and walked away -- tra-la-la and played something else.
7 year old Shonee was standing there crying.
the end
:D lol