One of my daughter's friends "tagged" me in a Facebook post about memories. When anyone comments on this post, I get an e-mail. Here is one I recently received:
"remember when we were with duane & some other kid. & you were drunk as fuckkkkk. & we went to 7-11 to pick up that creepy old homeless guy so he could buy us beer. & then we had to sit next to him & he said he was from georgia, but he was up here to beat his cheatting wife? good times :D"
I guess these kids don't realize somebody's mother is reading this stuff.
9 hours ago
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