My dad made it sound so easy. He’s really good at camping, and how to make fire from rocks and stuff. He used to come to all my sweat lodge meetings. And afterwards, we’d go get ice cream at Fenton’s. I always get chocolate and he gets butter brickle. Then we sit on this one curb right outside, and I count all the blue cars and he counts all the red ones, and whoever gets the most, wins. I like that curb.
AMERICANS MAKE TEA IN THE MICROWAVE I FEEL A BIT SICK
how else would you make it?
WITH A FUCKING KETTLE HOW ITS SUPPOSED TO BE MADE!
I am an American and I have never made tea in such an outlandish fashion!
What? Microwave? I don’t understand
“GIVE IT SEVEN YEARS AND HE’LL BE GIVING YOU JUST THAT.”
I tried to scroll past this. I really did.
With out sound his lips read
‘You piece..of poo poo’
I FORGOT HOW TO BREATHE