We took your daddy’s car, and drove it to the sea.
One time, at the beach, I outlined my friend’s ribs in red ink on his back, and wrote “ribbed for your pleasure” underneath. We all laughed, and he couldn’t see what I had written, so it was at his expense and therefore double fun. Later on I bought some blue “soda pop”. I didn’t taste revolting, and I was very pleased. All in all, it was a day that changed my life, and made this the best summer ever.







The only down-side to being a hypocrite is that you won’t take your own advice, even if it’s really good.