11-15-2006, 04:46 AM
Since we were broke, my aunt would buy me a coat every year. They were the ugliest coats on the market. But one year she got me a coat with detachable sleeves.
The problem was my mom wouldn't let me take the sleeves off. So when I left the house, I would take them off.
Well, after having the coat for about 2 weeks, I fucking lost one of the sleeves, HOLY SHIT. I called my dad crying and begging for help. He laughed so hard he couldn't talk. I ended up going home with my one sleeve coat and got a beating for it with a wire hanger.
The problem was my mom wouldn't let me take the sleeves off. So when I left the house, I would take them off.
Well, after having the coat for about 2 weeks, I fucking lost one of the sleeves, HOLY SHIT. I called my dad crying and begging for help. He laughed so hard he couldn't talk. I ended up going home with my one sleeve coat and got a beating for it with a wire hanger.
I'M HERE TO PARTICIPATE IN THE ART OF BULLSHIT.