For the chilluns.
October 25th, 2007 by michael
Posted in coming of age in the south over an unforgettable summer |
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October 26th, 2007 at 12:14
“I need a drink. Wait. ‘Hello, my name is…’ Fuck it. I need a drink. OH GOD, THE REDS!”
October 27th, 2007 at 5:40
I like the implication that I have an “alligator problem.”
October 27th, 2007 at 21:13
HAHAHAHAHA, but what’s his weakness in the lower right hand corner? I keep seeing a frog with a backwards cap on…and if that IS his weakness, that just makes me respect him more.
October 27th, 2007 at 23:42
An alligator.
October 28th, 2007 at 1:16
I thought it was a dinosaur.
October 28th, 2007 at 14:03
With teeth adapted to grind the new plants, angiosperms.
October 29th, 2007 at 18:12
I HATE MAZES. So when I did the maze I took a little break at each booze sign. I did not realize that guy was an aligator so you two chilled for a bit.
That might be the reason you did not make it to the finish line.