Category Archives: Memoirs

Fill Your Shoes With Sour Cream

One time when I was a kid me and my cousin and this other guy who lived down the road commenced to dig up all this dirt and gravel and mix it up with sticks and rocks and all this other shit and we made this big pile of shit in the road and it had sticks and shit poking out of it and this lady who lived down the road and was a dyke came by and she stopped her big bulldyke pickup truck in front of the pile of sticks and rocks and gravel and shit and she rolled her window down and said you better get this shit out of the road before somebody drives over it and messes up their car and then the bulldyke drove over the shit in the road and she went to my house and told my mom we put the pile of sticks and rocks and dirt and shit in the road and she ran over it and messed up her truck and my mom yelled at me and went out to look at the bulldyke’s truck but it wasn’t all messed up so she didn’t have to pay to get it fixed but my mom yelled at me anyway and then when my dad got home she told my dad we put a pile of sticks and rocks and dirt and shit int he road and the bulldyke ran over it and my dad beat the shit out of me and I screamed.

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