During the "home by twelve thirty" days, SN and I would have his friend pick us up, we would hang out and do whatever at his place, and then his friend would drive us back to my house. One of those days, we made a stop in between and there was a sale thing going on. SN and I are both big on garage sales, so of course we went and checked it out. It was pretty neat and there was some interesting things, but what stuck out to me was a little plastic dinosaur (we now know that a Dimetrodon is not a dinosaur, but at the time we didn't bother to check what it was).
He bought him, or as I like to say, we adopted him, and he became our child.
That was Noofle.
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Wal-Mart Prince
RandomThis is the true story about a girl, a wonderful boy, and a Noofle. (it really isn't a story, I suppose...I actually don't really know what it is, or why I'm writing it...) ((it's also written in a weird order...))
