On the weekend my parents decided it would be "fun" if they dragged me away to the somewhat deppresing wateraccess cottage they call a "summer home". The question that frequently came to mind this weekend was why not save the fun until summer than? So I thought I deserved to bring a friend up with me. I asked if I was allowed and my mothers response was we only have four potatos. So that was it I was stuck with my parents and my insane sister(shes 11 and thinks shes a beaver). So we finally got to the marina and managed to all get across in one piece..well technically two pieces because I was driving a diffrent boat. My father went under the cottage to get the water connected and there was a big fat sheet of ice. At this point I would like to point out how right I was not wanting to come. My whole weekend was stuffed with freezing half to death,getting forced to take my father fishing in the windy rainy weather, and waking up in the morning frozen. When I was finally thinking it was time to go home my fathers boat stalled. The usaul 5 min boat ride turned into 45 mins in the rain towing the boat to the marina.
at least the suffering is over
until next time
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POTATOZ.
AHAHHAHAHAHHAHAHHAH....potatoes
i feeeeeel soooooooooooooooooooo bad for u. i am so glad i am not you because that would be like soooooooo bad and i wouldent know what to do with myself i would like like, like kill myself right then and their.
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