Tuesday, August 21, 2007

RB #4

Once when I was about 7 or 8, making my younger brother in this story about 5 or 6, I stood by and watched as the next door neighbor kid (who would've been about 13- and I was terrified of him) fed my little brother graham crackers with dog poop and goat poop on them and told him it was peanut butter and raisins.

No kidding.

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