Stoopid Sheep



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The play went great.

So I got off the bus and Mom was in the car waiting. And she says, “I have bad news.”
I was sure it didn’t impact me directly. And it turns out the limo driver that lives downstairs died three days ago and his neighbors just noticed. She instructed me to hold my breath and make a mad dash for the elevator. I didn’t end up smelling it. But I kinda liked the guy. He always played really loud classic rock.

There’s my story.


Written by envika

August 10, 2006 at 9:01 pm

Posted in Uncategorized

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