The day an event came flooding back like a memory

When my cousin Danny and I were in seventh grade, I killed his pet iguana. It was a total accident that still provokes warm, scaly memories today. Not a day goes by when I think about that day but that’s only because I’m heartless. So there I was, minding my own business, washing the sound of the so-called music of Bon Jovi out of my ears. No sooner had I jumped out of the shower, than I was reminded of an even from the past:



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4 thoughts on “The day an event came flooding back like a memory”

    1. Maybe we could take it a step further and have something like “Apply only if you really were out with your cousin last night and and can come up with a valid reason for the lipstick on your collar”.

    1. One of these days I will learn how to use Photoshop. Someone like me could do some interesting stuff with it. No, the life of Y just happens to be on the back of cosmetic product!

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