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so i started this with nothing to write about
i was starring at the blank white of the update page thinking well i want to update but what should i write about i could write about the boring day weeding
but then
my father goes "lauren could you go out to the car and get my can of root beer for me?"
think um sure why not, also i was thinking why would he want a thing of root beer that has been sitting is the car for the past hour.
as i past my dad to go the car he mentions it is in the passenger seat. not thinking abuot it i go to the car and look in the cup holder nothing there.. the other cup holder nothing now its an avalache so there are a lot of cup holders but they were all empty so i look in the passeneger seat and sitting there is a miniture kep of root beer. when i say a mini keg i don't mean like those beer cans in the shape of the a kep but a mini keg proballya foot high and maybe 6 inches in diameter so i look at it and thing to my self what the hell?
so i carry it in and its heavy too acward enough that i had to use two hands. bring it in and my dod goes oh thanks like its normal to buy a mini keg of root beer
i look at him and ask "you think we buy stupd crap?"
so i go and put it in the kitchen and look at it the thing has a spout like an actual tap in it. i really wonder some days if my dad is insane or if there is logic behind his irrationalities.
i was starring at the blank white of the update page thinking well i want to update but what should i write about i could write about the boring day weeding
but then
my father goes "lauren could you go out to the car and get my can of root beer for me?"
think um sure why not, also i was thinking why would he want a thing of root beer that has been sitting is the car for the past hour.
as i past my dad to go the car he mentions it is in the passenger seat. not thinking abuot it i go to the car and look in the cup holder nothing there.. the other cup holder nothing now its an avalache so there are a lot of cup holders but they were all empty so i look in the passeneger seat and sitting there is a miniture kep of root beer. when i say a mini keg i don't mean like those beer cans in the shape of the a kep but a mini keg proballya foot high and maybe 6 inches in diameter so i look at it and thing to my self what the hell?
so i carry it in and its heavy too acward enough that i had to use two hands. bring it in and my dod goes oh thanks like its normal to buy a mini keg of root beer
i look at him and ask "you think we buy stupd crap?"
so i go and put it in the kitchen and look at it the thing has a spout like an actual tap in it. i really wonder some days if my dad is insane or if there is logic behind his irrationalities.