Remember that time...

...We were in kindergarten at the time, I was over at your house and your mom fell asleep. Well we, being the ever artistic people we are, decided that your house could use an artistic touch. We found your dad's paint in the garage and started what would be our first and, as it turned out, last finger-paint masterpiece. We started in the kitchen, then moved to the family room and were working on your parent's master bath when your mom finally woke... WOW! Was she mad...

i remember that..and then my dad came come and beat your ass...i was really scared for you when he started to paint your ass in the red paint...or was that blood what that wasnt paint at all....

maybe that was the start of my submissive fantasies

and we found that dinosaur bone in the Indian burial ground... the one where the lake had dried....