That's even more fucked up than my Fina Storry. what the fuck. once upon a time, when naomi was wee and only about five, she woke up one morn that was just like any other. but when she went to her mother's tit, as she had done for the past five years of her existence, she came to the realisation that she had "weened". her mother explained to her that this meant she could no longer nurse, as naomi had discovered when she tried. but that special kind of suck had left her, and it was like all that motherly milk had run dry. naomi wept and uttered through her tears, "it's like your favourite restaraunt being burnt to the ground." - told in the third person, by naomi One time, Moth and Courtney took me to the Supierior Fina. You're all like: "Wuzaaat?" and i like, yea yea yea, I couldn't get hip to what it was neither. So. I was all like "Wuzaat?" and they wuz all like "Da hippest joint this side o' Wichita!". So I'm all like: "Coo'". And so we went there. And man it was hip. of course I figured out once we arrived what the deuce a "fina" was. It's like a Mac's. Mac's is a Canadian convenience store. So It's a convenience store as it turns out. It was pretty neat. The guy that worked there had a spanish-ish name I think. And he was cool with us just sitting there and reading and perusing their wares. Which were abundent. I took a picture there. http://www.nbtsc.org/~adrian/enquirer.jpg The End. The Moral of the story is: Moth is Neat. -By Adrian Once I was at Naomi's house, and we were going to walk over to her grandparent's house, which is just about a street down and over. It was rather cold out, so we half ran. When we got there, Naomi realised she didn't have her key (her grandparents weren't there)! So we walked/ran back to the house, and got the key. Then we, for some strange reason, took her bicyce. But there was one bike...so we both tried to ride on it at the same time. And, being a rather small bike, it was a real amusing sight! We tried it many different ways, and it really didn't work. Somehow we got to her grandparents house. I still don't know why we didn't take it back when it woudln't work..I guess we're just silly that way. I remember one time Naomi, Alyson, Courtney and I were sitting at the Whitworth kitchen table, playing dominos (mexican train) late one night (or should I say early one morn'?). Something was said once on a rainy oregon day, there were two girls. they had long complicated names, sounding something like "naomi ruth von umphress" and "rachel constance compton". that's something else. there is something called " full bladders". they are somewhat of a disease. one cold blustery evening, naomi r. and rachel c. were kicking live after the power shuffle, when all of the sudden, they realized they were about to urinate in their pants!! so off they ran in their little bare feet to the nearest urination station. whereupon, they found only one open toilet. the answer to the problem?!?!??!?!?!? they would share!! in walk naomi and rachel, the curtain shuts. next, there was a couple minutes of logistics time. there was a lot of planning to go into pissing into the same toilet, such as adjustements and the like. finally, they squished their asses together, and felt relieved. the end. there was this one time that I feel asleep between Naomi and Rachel and that was the greatest night of my life. and the best sleep. and the warmest heater. I love you Naomi. I'll miss you more then anything. although i have never met moth i have woundered what she is like... moth you sound really nice and cool could i get to know you? you sound so very nice.
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