I would like to take a moment to reminisce about the time my house was broken into…REPEATEDLY. At first, I would notice little things missing here and there: Pieces of paper, cookies, chunks out of my favorite sweater. It really wasn’t too bad until the culprit grew some balls and ran...
Wallet Adventures
posted by gspeed
A little while ago, my wallet was stolen at the local Movie Theatre. It either dropped out of my bag, or some sneaky son of a Bi$%* managed to grope around my backpack while I was oblivious to everything except for the chubby kid next to me crunching down on hand-fulls of popcorn. I was...