The ghost of childhood pastA Chapter by Shy Joe
Last night at work, I ate spaghetti and Gatorade on break. The rest of the day I was burping it up. The burps tasted like SpaghettiOs and Kool-Aid. That was my childhood past coming back and reminding me that I'm still a freaking twit.
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