So, I laid out my moccasins to dry after I wore them in the rain, and when I came back to get them, they weren't there. I ended up finding them in my brother's car, and when I asked him about why they were there he said "Oh sorry, I thought they were trash and I was going to go burn them." SERIOUSLY...moral of the story: do not take other peoples stuff and go burn it
this is what could happen...besides those are my shoes
you know what?
ReplyDeleteI really like stories.
except I like the OLD fairy tales.
when the witch in hansel and gretal cooked the kids
and the ginger bread man would kidnap children when they sleep
those ones are dope