Friday, June 15, 2007
22:28
Like as if I'm not tanned enough, he rubbed the whiteboard duster on my arms, and then to my legs. I still refused to let go of his small whiteboard. By the time the duster reached my face, I jerked the whiteboard towards him in a futile attempt to let him fall. At least he was trying not to fall. I flashed him a sadistic smile but at the same time, I was disgusted. Like ew, marker dust on my face?
Meet my bro. one tough kiddo to deal with yo.