I am finally getting around to clearing out the closet from my old room. I dove in with great expectations of discovering long lost coinage and $'s. As of yet I have only recovered 13¢. I am not impressed. I did, however, find a treasure of another kind, an old wooden Roller Derby #10 skateboard.
Someone dug it out of the attic from a previous residence and I have been safe keeping it ever since. Dickidoo swears it was him. I know for a fact it wasn't me because I have claustrophobia and I will never enter a small enclosed area if I can find someone else to do it instead.
At any rate, we both want the skateboard. It's been in my possession all this time. I say it's mine. Dickidoo had a solution. He held up a fist.
"Rock, paper, scissors!"
You have got to be kidding! How old is this guy again? I mean seriously, how fricken immature! I held the skateboard behind my back possessively.
"Huh uh, it's mine, so there!"
End of story. We don't need a lawyer for this.
8 years ago