The Way Rumors Can Start


Spring has finally sprung and this makes me oh so happy. I’ve been pretty busy on the weekends going out with friends and etc. Yesterday was Sunday and I drove out to the field that Flight 93 crashed in. It’s so close by but I had not made it out there until now. Seeing the memorial is amazing.

In naughtier news, I went to a party recently that got a bit out of hand. A couple went into the bathroom of my friend’s house and decided to make good use of the “hot tub.” No one could get in to use the toilet and you know what beer does to you. So there were some agitated angry people doing the peepee dance all over the house. The sounds of the couple having sex were also audible in the house.

Yes, it was me in the hot tub with my man. Does that really surprise you?

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