A while ago Dad noticed I looked cramped in his truck. He asked, "You got enough room back there?" "Yeah, I got plenty of roo-Oww!" I hit my head.
A minute ago Mit does this slap-shot thing with my gatorade,"I"m smooth with the slaps; I'm the king of the jungle." I get up. "I'm pretty smooth mysel-Oww!" I trip over Mit's backpack.
Subscribe to:
Post Comments (Atom)
1 comment:
Ouch! x2!
Post a Comment