Alright so then there was this reallllyyy boring ranch house... like beige meh color, but as pretty much every teacher says "don't judge a book by its color"... wait... no that's not right Umm "by its carrot?" No no no... crap I know this "by its creative personality"? No... eh well you get the idea.
Anywho, so when I turn around to keep going, I hear "on the floor" by Icejjfish????? Whaaaa that's my jam!!!! Awesome! But the next thing was cra-cra for the real-real not for the play-play (shamalamoomoo) a strange looking fella, my age, a little bit shorter than me (but that's nothing new I'm super tall) he had a Mohawk dyed dark blue, purple, blood red, and blonde. But the blond part was in the middle so it looked like his head was the definition of some people's souls...... eh whatever I get deep for no reason sometimes. Anyway he comes up to me, casually gives me a pouch of basil in a plastic bag, then gets all serious and says "hide, don't lose, give to someone fast" and then says "whaddup bro I'm lava nice to meet you."
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HumorAfter a move from North Dakota to Washington state, 9 year old Gabriel Pacific's life goes upside down and sideways at the same time!