My Marty Friendster Testimonial
The first time I saw Marty I was about 12 and he I think was 10, he rode by on his bike wearing Chuck Taylors and I yelled "Nice shoes!" at him. He looked at me like I was an alien. How did he know?
Marty's got class, for a boy.
Except for that one time he made me drive to Sharon, PA to pick up a tweaked out candy raver in the parking lot of The Winner.
I'm really glad Marty stopped smoking because when he was 14 he dropped to his knees crying, tugging at my pant leg begging me to drive him to a gas station because he was going through withdrawl.
Then one day when we were hanging out in the garage he told me he'd sell his entire family for a large pepperoni pizza.
Marty sits an even meaner tandem than Curtis. Not that I'd know.
If it weren't for Marty who stumbled into my living room with the most adorable flop-eared pup I've ever seen, I would never have met Ellie, and my life would be a meaningless droning drag.
I adore this boy.
Marty's got class, for a boy.
Except for that one time he made me drive to Sharon, PA to pick up a tweaked out candy raver in the parking lot of The Winner.
I'm really glad Marty stopped smoking because when he was 14 he dropped to his knees crying, tugging at my pant leg begging me to drive him to a gas station because he was going through withdrawl.
Then one day when we were hanging out in the garage he told me he'd sell his entire family for a large pepperoni pizza.
Marty sits an even meaner tandem than Curtis. Not that I'd know.
If it weren't for Marty who stumbled into my living room with the most adorable flop-eared pup I've ever seen, I would never have met Ellie, and my life would be a meaningless droning drag.
I adore this boy.