Driving a Really Big Truck...Would You Trust Me?
So I wanted to go to the poetry reading last night, but didn't have any gas in my car. My brother CB hid my car keys, left his keys on my dresser, and moved his truck behind my car and said, "If you want to go somewhere, you have to take my truck." He chuckled as he said this and in the back of my... Sign in to see full entry.