I nearly had my wallet stolen, nearly but not quite... I don't know who was more surprised me, or the bastard who tried to rip it out of my hand. Obviously he wasn't aware of my amazing grip strength, as all he got was the strap! I looked behind me (not really expecting to see the culprit) but there he was stanging on the pavement with a look of confusion on his face, clutching a pink strap and nothing else. So I shook my fist at him, like an old lady.
Saturday, April 05, 2008
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that a girl hedda i'm so proud of you,,,, you know if you keep up the good work i'm going to take you to diner in El Monte, but you walk in the door first thank you very much ooo ....pablo-pops
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