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Flowers

When i was little, i sure brought my mom some flowers. I picked them on a public heath or bought them from my pocket money. But i absolutely didn't pick'em in neighbors yards.

The winter in Michigan is so freaking long that you are happy when finally the yard starts blooming, and then there is a little girl which didn't had a wupp'n in a long time picking your flowers.
So i told her off but she didn't seem very impressed. If I would have brought my mom flowers which are not wild, she would have made me go to the owners and apologize. But so far our door bell didn't ring.

Hey parents teach you kids some manners!!!

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This entry was posted by Dan, on Saturday, April 19, 2008. You can leave your response.

“Flowers”
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