In fourth grade, I was at my old house with my Uncle, mom, and sister.
Keep in mind, I was probably like 9 or 10 at this time, so swearing was a big deal for me.
We had a kitten named Sneakers (don't question his name, I have no idea), but he ran past my mom and she called him a 'shithead'.
I had a thing for saying what other people said, so I immediately said what she did. Only to come to the realization I swore, and started crying.
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Introducing Me
HumorThis book is about exposing my stupidity for the world to see, in hopes to prove to others that no one is perfect. It is meant to make you laugh, and learn to love yourself no matter what mistakes you make in life. Sit back, and enjoy the journey of...
