Tuesday, August 25, 2009

When I was little, I used to like to walk through/into clothes racks at the store.

Sometimes I'd hide, sometimes I'd just run around. One time, I accidentally knocked over a huge rack of jeans. That was the end of my clothes-rack spelunking. Once caused my hysteria-prone mother a near breakdown by hiding particularly well. Reason #57 why I won't have kids - payback is a b###h.

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