My wife told me to stop acting like a flamingo. I had to put my foot down.

When we were little we’d have these mega sleepovers at each other’s houses and late at night we’d sneak out a basement window and hit the suburbs in a quantum crush. Tearing up the streets on skateboards under a yellow moon in the heat of early August at 3am was bliss. Chased by cops, hiding in people’s properties, AND, there was one trick I liked to do>>> On a neighbor’s lawn, just a couple streets down, there were three flamingos set up on the front lawn. I would pick then up and carefully place them just a couple feet down from where they were first planted. We never stuck around to see the homeowner’s reaction to this trick, but the person must if sweat lol!. Woops!

Grazie per aver letto!!!

Nico


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6 responses to “My wife told me to stop acting like a flamingo. I had to put my foot down.”

  1. Sounds bad boys.🀭

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    1. “Bad boys bad boys watcha gonna do? Watcha gonna do? When you grow up too?” LOL!!

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  2. These pranks are good. My cousins were so good at pranks, they created so much trouble. And two of my younger brothers. Now everyone is boring πŸ˜†

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    1. Ya! No, ya, it was fun, me the heat at night while riding down Uplands in Hunt Club, Devine.

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  3. A rebel without a cause

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    1. You know, ya, that tension as a teen with my parents, maybe a bit lol

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