April 7, 2003

When I was eleven, my friends and I made Gabe Bluestein cry by convincing him that his parents were going to give him a prune cake for his birthday.

I feel that whatever miseries I suffer in my life today are a just punishment for this.

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9 Responses to When I was eleven, my

  1. Johnny says:

    Was there an occasion for the prune cake?

  2. Jere says:

    So track down Gabe Bluestein and apoligize. Chances are, he doesn’t even remember the incident anyway.

  3. Jeff says:

    You say “prune” like it’s a bad thing.

  4. Robert says:

    When I was 11, four of us in the neighborhood dug a deep hole, and then covered it with a blanket. We played “follow the leader” with a heavy set girl who simply couldn’t jump over the blanket. The bigger they are, the harder they fall. I’m sorry, pugface. Ok, I feel better now.

  5. Well there was the time my sister made me taste cat urine….I thought it was rainwater….it’s a long complicated story. I’m still traumatized by it…

  6. Akasha says:

    I agree with Jeff. Prunes are the bomb (can I still say that?). Keeps ya regular.

  7. Johnny says:

    Akasha… yes, you just can’t say, “Da Bomb.”

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  9. hiram says:

    I love prune cake


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