Dear Scott Ashton,
I'm sorry for the juvenile act of buying two packages of cocktail weiners and scattering them up your front walk with a note that said "Scott Ashton has a teeny weenie."
I actually have no idea what size your weenie is.
With regret,
Megan
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7 comments:
HA! You just said weenie!
i'm totally speechless.
i had no idea you were such a prankster.
still laughing.
you're blog's like a good book i can't wait for the next chapter!
keep em comin!
Megan, you were rotten! And your mom had no clue! Pretty funny though. I was picturing if someone did that to Carter...I might knock em down! That poor boy who you did that to.
That is so hilarious! I wish I had been that inventive in high school! I wish I had been that inventive LAST WEEK! LOVE IT!
I just was thinking that most of the time that we did these pranks it was just me and you, and of course always in the "Smokey Beast" Montero. Where did we come up with this crap?
Where was I during all this? Oh, yah. Dying with mono.
just wait until lindsey (the above commenter) learns that sue was in on many of the schemes.
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