The Goldenrod
god I miss the g-rod. I miss structure, and "would you like the flavor of the week included in your box?", and "something else?", and counting back change, and ugly uniforms, and grape soda, and stocking the jumbos (which when said aloud sounds like you are following fat people), and Mrs. Boston, and weird names for inanimate objects, and spending two hours in the candy room trying to figure out what the fuck a blink blink pop is.
This was a comment to T-Mo's journal, where he posted a rabbit rabbit... oh gosh.
This was a comment to T-Mo's journal, where he posted a rabbit rabbit... oh gosh.