About 10 fucking years ago my dad and I were furniture shopping after some dinner that gave me gas. Within 2 hours of being in their presence to this day, no matter who I am with or bring to visit, they mention how I farted in the furniture store and cleared the place out. EVERY DUDE I HAVE EVER BROUGHT HOME SINE 1998 HAS HEARD THIS STORY.
The AntiKris
Misanthrope. Sweetie Pie. This tumblr thingy is an attempt to let society into my mental ghetto and to share my daily irritations, inspirations, and investigations....
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