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I COLLECT YOUR ISSUES

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Sunday, December 12, 2010

Trapped

Tarik was telling a story the other day.


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Dude, I got trapped when I went to Mike and Collin's room.

huh?

I forgot my shoes in there, and so they texted me to come get them. So I went to their room, and I knocked on the door, and they open it, but just said, "Come in!" And when I opened the door, it was just dark, and I saw the two of them like, on their couch cuddling or something, I couldn't really tell, and I was just like, "Why are they doing that?" So then they say, "Come get your shoes, Tarik!" And they point to the back of the room, and so I walk towards it, and as I do I realize that my shoes are underneath a little cardboard box that's propped up on a little piece of plastic with a string tied to it. And I just stop and look at them, and they just wait and wait, and so I went down to pick my shoes up, and they pulled string out, and the box fell over my hand and they just... lost it. "WE TRAPPED TARIK! AHAHAHAHHA!"

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Peace out.