La Vie Boheme

So this week end I was just siting in my house drinking a glas of Grape cooler (juice I baught from the Krogger) in my chare and was going to check my bebo and the tellaphone rang and so I ansered it was Roger and he axed me if I wonted to go to Galveston’s this week end with him and so I said yeah sure Roger that saunds like a funn time and Roger sayed yeah Im sure it will be real fun just do’nt be a sop this time?? Or some thing that I dint understand he sayed. And then he hung up the phone and I hung up the phone and went and got my short’s on a pekced a bag of cloth’s and my tooth’s brash and dodorent and a towwal and some sope and then Roger pauled up out side and honked real loud and I came down my stares accept I for got my bag and Roger made me get in the car any way! And he pramised me we culd go to a Krogger or a Wall’s Mart and get some stuff accept I dint no.

And so Galveston was pretty fun I guess Roger palayed some funny joke’s and did some thing’s and we wonted to swem in the poole again accept they wuld’nt let Roger in again sense last time’s game’s and he got real husseld and mad and then he yeled a real bad word at the peeple in the poole’s ofice and graped my arm and puled me of there.

And so ansted of going to the poole we went to a pork and first went to a store and baught samithces and some juice and a big pickel that I wonted and so we went to the pork and satt on the gras under some tree’s that where their. And we eight our samithces and Roger showed me a real gros picture of him from when he had ben at a manbarr or some thing and I dint really like it but he made me star at it for like 20 secand’s and then I relized my samitch was made with rellish and unyun and lot’s of hot muzterds becuase Roger odered my samitch for me wile I was looking at the fruit’s section and trying to find a nice pear (they dint have even a good 1 their GOD) and so I dint like mine becuase it had to many hot things for my tung. Accept Roger made me eat down all off it and it was spiceyhot and burnd my test bud’s and my tung and mauth and hurt real bad a lot. And then even after he did that he totally made me finnish the other haff of his coard beef samitch which he had got on a hoggy role and with extra meet so it was real big and he totally made me chock it all down. The hole thing and all the coard and the role to and totally he laffed hord at me becuase I wenced and hurt. And after I eight all the samitch and I was just siting on the gras I tryed to tell Roger about how that he was bean meen to me and whatever about having to play a joke of makking me totally eat all the coard from his samitch accept then he just laffed and then smile’d real bad at me and then made me not move and hoald still wile he pored all the rest of his jarr of Snappol on my work’s real slow and it made me weap teer’s.

And I culd’nt even chang my short’s sense I dint get to breng my bag and so my short’s where runed and wet and smeld like a Snappol for the rest of the day! And becuase off this Roger keepd caling me a Snappol botum whole to peeople all day and I felt totally tauted and bad and he caled me a Snappol’s di*****k once to. And also Snappoltent but I do’nt even no what that means.

And then latter Roger sayed he was sory for poring all his Snappol on me and I said that is ok it was a good jokke accept then he slaped me and sayed no Batt Im just sory I dint have any more Snappol after that. And so he was’nt even sory for what he did or whatever to my short’s. GOD!