Looks like I have to go to my cousin Katie's party today. No one even told me until yesterday, when Steve said something about it in the car. I was like, "Ha ha! You sucker, you gotta go to that!" and he said, "...So do you!" so now I'm sad. I barely know her but I have to go. And Phil won't even drive me, so I'm going with my mom. That's okay, she lets me control the radio. Plus, she buys me slurpees. :)... That smiley is supposed to be drooling.
But I did make an interesting deal with Phil. I was complaining that they would make me wear a skirt, and he told me that if they do, he'll wear his "Big Johnsons" shirt.
Front of shirt: Liquor in the front!
Back of shirt: Poker in the back!
So I think I'm going to ask them to make me wear a shirt just so I can see him wear an obscene shirt to a little girls birthday party.
I'm not that mean...
Or am I?

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