2 thoughts on “One for the weekend.

  1. I remember the time in kindergarten I was confronted by a girl with a sharpened chocolate milk container. She heisted me for my cookie. Believe me, come nap time, I got even. Paste all up in her hair. Thats how we roll in the garten.

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