Yeah.. You kn0w what's up with that? I couldn't believe it.. It has gotten to the point where everything there was just control.. control.. control.. My Brothers all got kicked out once for climbing across that bridge to the Center scoreboard... Man! Were they in trouble!
Tell me this.. I'll love you forever (and ever.. and ever in Paradise on Earth) If you can tell me what the nasty crap was all over the ceilings in there! We always tried to sneak to the highest seats so we could do the worst things ever.. like pass notes, whisper, drink Cokes.. (during the session) And the GOD FORBIDDEN.. binocular search for your friends.. and all the Cute boys in the 6,000 do-gooders! Drama! DRama! Drama!
Wee lil' Pig..