There's nothing worse...
There's nothing worse in the world than having a friend's mom call you up at nine in the morning to ask where her son has been all night.
That's what happened this morning. There was alot of verbal dodging and parrying, but in the end I succumbed to her deadly line of questioning. I'm so weak.
Lesson of the Day: Mothers are dangerous.
Rumoku out!
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- Rumoku
- If there was one word to describe me it'd be fugymisgrugfunyin. Mostly because nothing I say makes sense.
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