11.09.2012

Are you aware that I am rubber, and you are glue?

Bab and I were a little concerned last night when we couldn't think of what we would say to the punk kids who were mocking our every aquasize move from the window. What the heck could we say to those brats that would hit 'em where it counts?

In hindsight, flipping them the bird was probably enough.

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