The life and times of our new double bubbler
The following is a true account of the night of March 19th. The brown headed-kid is me, the blonde in a towel is FattyMcFatster.
She didn't mean to, and I tried to tell her that shit like that happens, and I think that by now she's ok, but at the time she was pretty inconsolable. I hate breaking pipes too.
She didn't mean to, and I tried to tell her that shit like that happens, and I think that by now she's ok, but at the time she was pretty inconsolable. I hate breaking pipes too.