May 2nd, 2004


i got conned.

my dad goes "can you come home to claremont? i need you to help me move like five things. bring your friend nate along."

"ok," i said, figuring we'd be moving like five things.

well, first off, the things we were moving were going three towns.

secondly, it wasn't 5 things. it was everything inside a house.

a house that didnt have my stuff in it, or my dads. so, at dinner, our reciprocation for the 6 hours of slave labor, my friend goes "hey mike's dad, i thought you said there were only five things to move."

my dad goes "yeah how's about that, i lied!"