I was given my teeth in little plastic chests as treasure. They really are gross. I might send them to my mother to keep with the hair from my first haircut, toenail clippings, umbilical cord and whatever other disgusting things mothers are inclined to store away in the attic.
For my family and friends: Though they keep us apart, our journies are what unite us most. Here we can vicariously experience each others adventures. Love you guys!
1 Comments:
hey housemate, that's not my bulgogi!
By Staarkidd, at 8:47 PM
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