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.
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.
Was there an occasion for the prune cake?
So track down Gabe Bluestein and apoligize. Chances are, he doesn’t even remember the incident anyway.
You say “prune” like it’s a bad thing.
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.
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…
I agree with Jeff. Prunes are the bomb (can I still say that?). Keeps ya regular.
Akasha… yes, you just can’t say, “Da Bomb.”
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I love prune cake