wtf is a radio flyer? a bike? no we walked, and no it wasnt sealed with concrete, just a shitty wooden box with some nails in it, covered in dirt. yeah i know moving dirt is back breaking, i used to do it for a living back in the spring and early summer doing construction with an uncle
MastaChronic Reviewed by MastaChronic on . digging up memories this is thread where people tell some of their morbid stories i guess i'll go first this story requires a little background information as to why i chose my grandma, she always loved to play pranks and would help me out with anything if she could, so i figured she'd want to help me with this. one day, when i was still in middle school, i mouthed off in class and didnt get out in time so the security caught me and took me to the principals office. as soon as the guards left he closes the door Rating: 5