A four line poem about: the antique shop.
Kat and I were planning on going bowling with our farming friends this evening, but when we arrived at the alley they were closed for a private function. Rather disappointed, but we still had a good time hanging out and having drinks.
Still haven't managed to go bowling here yet though. Getting a little ridiculous.
Twilight, Biebs, Pokemon?
This garbage is not what I seek!
These bloody teenagersDon't know the meaning of antique.