Bruce

Sorry I havn't been posting a lot recently. I've been busy. And sick. Sick+busy=bad.


Beware him....his name is Bruce....and he will eat you in your sleep. Bruce was one of the many digusting decorations that were in 1 of our condos. You see, every year, my parents and I rent a condo on a ski slope on North Carolina. If we wanted to, we could ski off of our porch, but the condo people would attack us if we did. Last year, my uncle and two cousins came with us, and rented the condo next to us. In their living room, above the fireplace, hung Bruce- a creepy stuffed deer head. Later that week, me and my cousins found Bruce's feet in the closet, nailed to a board like coat-hangers! Ick. A little prank was played that night....but I won't get into details. I swear that Bruce moved. Actually (Arg, I hate how I can't do paragraphs), we got so creeped out by Bruce, that we had to take him off the wall and stuff him in the other condo's closet. I tried to carry it half way, but screamed and threw it at my mom. Yeah, I'm a big baby. deal with it. Oh, and that little black smudge to the right (on the bottom) of Bruce? That would be the top of my head. SO NOW YOU ALL KNOW WHAT THE TOP OF MY HEAD LOOKS LIKE! MUHAHA! As you can see, I'm SEVERLY bored right now.....