Onomatopoeia
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How many licks does it take for you to fuck off? Or to get to the center of a Tootsie Pop. I remember playing on the trampoline at my house when I was younger. My cousin, Schlim, and I were play Kung-Fu fighting. I jumped up and kicked at him while he too was in the air and I accidentally made contact with his face which sent him...this is where it gets blurry...either flying off the trampoline or he hit his back on the rail and then flipped off. He was PISSED! I don't blame him for being angry, but I think he tried to fight me afterwards. I can't remember.
I also remember being at his house one time and we were swimming in his pool. I went inside to the kitchen and he came running in the sliding glass door and tried to stop real fast once he hit the linoleum. That didn't work out too well for him. He fell and busted his chin open...bad. I remember waiting around for him to get home from the hospital and when he finally got there I was so damn jealous of him. Yes, he had to get a butt-load of stitches, but he came home with Dr booties and gummy worms and all kinds of cool shit. At that moment I wished that it was me that busted my chin open. I wanted those booties so bad. And the gummy worms because I love me some gummy worms. Kids are weird.
It is always a trip going out with my cousin. Anything can happen when you get the two of us together. Especially when you get the rest of our friends with us. I am just mad that I never got to have the IHOP experience.
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Remember when you and Timmy were jumping on the neighbors' trampoline and the mat ripped and y'all fell through?
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