Location: Deepest Darkest castle of the human mind
Aug 4th, 2003, 05:31 PM
My birthday cake
my family is too retarded to find birthday candles, or for that matter a birthday cake. BUt that wont break the nerve of my dad, far from it, so he decided to improvise. :/ my "cake" was an assortment of various cake like objects, and the candles were wooden matches.
One day you will look back and see that as a beautiful memory.
On my thirteenth Birthday my grandfather told me that while Jewish Tradition might hold that I was now a man, I never would be until I learned to pick my Pajamas up off the floor. later that day I almost broke my older borther's ankle in a failed bossting incident.
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