Toms River
alright, so yesterday i got to the grandparents house where i was greeted with a pepper and egg sandwich=). after that i took off my pants and asummed my nateural position. wich is on the couch with a remote in one hand and somethin edible in the other and a blanket. i never ate so much junk food since the last time i was there. i more r else didnt move until the pot pie was up. i watched the day after tommoarw, hidalgo, and several hours of nickolden. after i woke up the next mornin (still on the couch) i put my pants and slippers back on and me and the granfather headed towards the BAR. On the way there we passed by some young "ladies" wich spurred up an intersting convertion. my granpa was like "whew e look at that, u should go talk to em andrew". when we got to the bar there where a ton of kick ass old guy veterns watchin the jet game on "SEVEN" count em seven tv's. make a long story short my grandpapa forgot his wallet and id so i had to buy the beer =). then we went home and talked about the war. yip it was cool. now iam home where my house sucks ass.
later
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