the slinkey of many morals

remember that slinkey that taught me a very valuable lesson? (if you don't, then you'll have to read EVERY single post until you've found it, hahahaha) Anyways, I have very sad news: it no longer stands on its own. I am sad. My cousin got to it. Now for those of you that don't know me, I have many cousins, some of them are very small, but it wasn't one of those that got to my precious slinkey, it was my cousin Justin, who's 17 now (happy birthday by the way, Justin, even though I don't think you know that this blog exists...oh well). I tell ya, it runs in the family, wrecking slinkeys. I mean, if it was me that wrecked it, then that's ok, because it's mine, but when someone else wrecks something as treasured as your slinkey...it's just too bad.

So the moral of this little tale is: if you're gonna screw around with someone else's stuff, don't wreck it! And if you do, at least apologize, and buy them a new one.

ok, bye