Unfiltered Story #27982
Unfiltered
| January 17, 2016
* I’m 8 years old, going to a firend home, his name is the same as his father and his grandfather*
*ringing the bell, his mother looks out*
me : is there [friend name] ?
me : …. [friend surname]?
me : …. junior ?
*his mother doubled up laughing*
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