Dilemma of an Orphan Teenager
Last Sunday my friends and I, lets call it our gang since we are almost always together, got into a wedding. Nobody invited us (obviously). But thanks to our art and skill of making things happen, nobody stopped us either. We ate whatever we could reach and then a little more. Two of my friends fought over a chicken leg so long that a third one quietly walked away with it. That is how it works in ...




