July 27, 200817 yr Back in middle school (7th grade I think) I saw this dude sitting at a table in the cafeteria eating breakfast, and he was eating frosted flakes. I sat down next to him and told him that tigers don't make good cereal and he shouldn't eat it. For some reason he started cracking up. Now we're practically best friends and might start a ska band. :arrow: :arrow: :arrow: Anyways, BBL OFF TO SLEEP WITH A RACCOON
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