Sad little boy
Submitted by Corey S on 4/1/2010 7:11 PM
One dark and spooky halloween when I was 6 years old I had returned home from a wonderous evening of tricks and treats and began to take inventory of my bounty. To my delight I spotted a delicios Butterfiger bar floating near the top of my candy bucket, and carfully unwrapped the bite sized moment of joy, at that very moment my mother called me from the other room, at that very moment my beloved golder retriever, Ralph, pounced upon the my candy bar, monopolizing on my distacted state. Needless to say, I still hate dogs.