While I was in the shower I remembered the time:
I killed a duck with a basketball. Some may ask how you can kill a duck with a basketball... It was not my intent, I was simply trying to scare it. It didn't die right away either. It just broke its leg trying to fly away and was unable to fly after that. It eventually starved to death. I felt horrible.
In high school me and my hoodlum friends went through a bit of graffiti phase. My trademark was a Gatoraide sign, but instead of saying Gatoraide it said Natoraide.
Random thoughts for the day:
-Where does the wind start? -Scott Meadows
-When I breath I get a sharp pain in my back, is that bad?
-Listening to Taylor Swift on your headphones on full blast is great... Until you unplug your headphones packing up and forget to turn you sound off and the whole library knows you were listening to Taylor Swift's Enchanted.
-Did the solarium staff put ornaments on the christmas tree as gifts to the ASU students?
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