My brother got in a moped wreck.
He looks like he got out of plane wreck.
He has roadburn under his nose, his knee is nasty, and his elbow is gross.
I walked into the kitchen after church and saw the bloody mess of my dumb brother and my jaw dropped.
"Dirtbike?" I ask.
"Moped." he says.
"You better come up with a better story." I laughed. But really, for that much damage he needs a more manly story.
I should be doing anything but blogging right now.
Okay, then. Wish me luck on Calculus and summaries for Lit/Comp.
September 1, 2010
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keep it classy, folks.