CashForToast
Member
Well, the title explains it.
Tell me about that one time when halfway to the mountain you realized you forgot your gloves. Instead of turning around and going back, your dad let you cut apart the seats in his car and sew a pair of gloves for the day.
... Or a different story, whatever works for you. Being honest, a different story would be better because I already told you the other one.
Tell me about that one time when halfway to the mountain you realized you forgot your gloves. Instead of turning around and going back, your dad let you cut apart the seats in his car and sew a pair of gloves for the day.
... Or a different story, whatever works for you. Being honest, a different story would be better because I already told you the other one.