My great grandparents owned a plot of land in a forested area and had built a tiny cabin there, not big enough for much more than a cot or two, but the loved it, my great grandma especially. When they died they left it to my grandpa who promptly brought a larger trailer up there so staying there could be more comfortable, however my grandpa refused to allow dogs in the trailer. So whenever I went up with my parents, we would keep the dogs in the cabin overnight and one of us would sleep with them.
The Teddy Bear
This probably isn’t the scariest story out there, but this is the scariest thing to happen to my friends and I so here we go. I was at the park with two of my friends and my little brother when we noticed a shoe box on top of the platform they use to keep scores for the baseball diamond. As we approached the box, we noticed a teddy bear inside of it. Quite frankly, the bear looked brand new. Not dirty, not ripped, it looked like someone had just bought it. Us being ignorant kids we wondered why someone would leave a perfectly fine teddy bear. We all wanted to keep it, so we divided the time so each of us all got a week with it. The whole time all of us had this bear, it rained.
I love Maryland Monroe it’s my favorite state
"bisexual? you mean you’re experimenting?"
*kicks test tubes and alien hybrid under a desk* “um no what do you mean”
alright now i used to hate pitbull because it seemed like the right thing to do but you know what i never hear him doing fucked up shit. as far as i know he is really just out there living life ,enjoying himself, visiting walmarts, and spreading the cubano party into the hearts of everyone around the world, he is mr. world wide and hes having a blast and i respect and love that pitbull. pitbull if youre reading this thank you and im sorry