Saturday, February 28, 2009

Breakfast in Jail

Mister wasn't just talking shit. He almost never does. So, we're on our way to the ski hill, and he starts talking.

"One time, when I was in jail, they brought us breakfast. On a tray, you know. And I see this dude, he's putting all the shit together, you know, mixing it all up on his tray. I'm like, what's he doing? Then he's like, BAM!" Mister mimes smashing the tray against the bars. "'FUCK you guys!' he yelled. It was the funniest shit I ever saw."

We laughed and laughed.

Mister has such colorful stories.

I forgot my ski pants at the hotel. We got all the way to the hill, and I realized I forgot them. Doh.

Talk to you later!

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