December 5, 2002
I was decorating our Christmas tree, but much to my chagrin, 2000 lights was not quite enough. So I grab my keys and head to Wal-Mart. Before I get to my car, I remember that my buddy Dave mentioned wanting to go to Wal-Mart earlier. So I call him up:
Nick: Wanna go to Wal-Mart now?So I get in the car and off I go, singing along with Christmas carols all the way to Wal-Mart. I arrive in the parking lot and turn off the car. Something is wrong. I was about to ask Dave about it--that's when I realized Dave wasn't there. Ooopsie!
Nick: Ring...ring...ring...And that is the end of my story.
Hahaha- You're stupid.
That may be bad, but it's not as bad as not knowing what color house you live in.
well, that's not quite as bad (nor as embarrassing) as what my friend geoff did. Soph yeah at hyde park, good ole geoff hops out of his truck only to realize his feet were cold; geoff glanced down and quickly noticed he'd forgotten his shoes back at home. Geoff is now a proud aTm Aggie, haha Gig'em indeed. :-p
ok, since we're going on stories here... my good homosapien friend locked her keys in her car one day. problem is the car was still running (snicker, snicker). well she frantically runs around attempting to get into her car. after close to an hour of turmoil she realizes that her window.....(da da da da!!!) is DOWN!