This is turning out to be a wonderful day! Join in on the empathy as you sit down around the cathodes soft glow.

A couple hundred aeons ago from a land not so far away in a nearby country, I was a bit younger, dumber ( not much has changed ), and smaller. Back then, NOW begins, or so it started.

I was eleven back then in middle school, finding out the carnal adumbrations of adolescence, and how life levels up. At that time, my father got me an instrument a nickel plated steel flute in the 7th grade. I rarely used the flute, I maybe tried to spit a few streams out, but it was a good centerpiece for granduers and fantasies of classical symphonies like those coolios on MTV! My mom saw that I didn't use the flute, even after her pestering to learn the ways of the pied piper, and mom had this poor Jewish friend with a son wanting to join up to the band. The boy had no instrument but spunk. So, she loaned my flute to the woman's son, what a rightous act, you should think.

Months later that same boy lost the mouth piece to the flute, and I felt like sheep's ass for letting my mom loan it out. My mom got on her friend who eventually claimed, she would replace the part one day. Years past ( hahaha literally ), I forgot about the whole thing, and the woman came upon some money, she tells "it's an inheritance", doesn't matter, she rubs up enough green off the chalkboard to buy a brand spanking new flute. They range around five grand for a good one.

My mom gives my dad the money, he bought it, and he gives it to me, to invest. What do I dooooo?

7/11/2006 8:39:39 PM

vegas

7/11/2006 9:14:02 PM

obviously, you need to buy something as shiny and new as that flute was!

7/11/2006 9:19:45 PM

^like a bong...

7/11/2006 10:13:40 PM

I seriously am considering buying another :/

7/11/2006 11:01:42 PM

^^ or copious ammounts of pot

7/12/2006 12:40:36 AM

loan me 5K

7/12/2006 1:22:25 AM