I was talking to Munkey earlier about bad outfits that we have worn and the repercussions involved in such activities. Wow. That sounded way fancier than I planned. I mean, you’d think I passed English class flawlessly writing sentences like that. I should’ve thrown in a “verily!” or two. Anyhoot, bad outfits.
One day my mother got me and my brother some windbreakers. You know. Those kind that old women wear when they’re power walking or super cute girls can get away with wearing. That’s it. No one else can wear these and seem right in the head. So of course I wore one to school. I believe I was about 11 or 12 when this nonsense occurred.
