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| Coffee House Fun | |||||||||||||||||||
| Please note all times at coffe house run together unless printed otherwise. | |||||||||||||||||||
| Well The coffee house, where to start? The coffee house is the best place in town to hang out. The establishment is christian! I know an agnostic person like me going there? but the people are so cool. Now for the short tales of pain, humor, and Running over paper meche' people. Once again please note that I cannot spell. | |||||||||||||||||||
| The chair | |||||||||||||||||||
| One night at the coffee house, we were in the back room drinking JONES SODA (WHICH RULE). Mike was sitting in the black leather chair, when he got up to order a plate of mottza sticks... When he got back I happened to be sitting in the chair. Well needless to say Mike was mad, Mike is rather Large. So he got an idea to get me out of the chair. He wanted to tip the chair so I would fall out. This is when chaos ensued. I did not want to get out of the chair so I held on to it and well, They flipped it ... |
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| They Freaking Flipped the chair with me in it. | |||||||||||||||||||
| I was in the chair the entire time. After they flipped the chair, They rolled it back over. When this happened, My legs became loose and went under the chair. when it was finished being filpped, Jenn sat in the chair and crushed my legs. God did that hurt. Well after that I drank a Jones Soda and played chess, but GOD did that suck. | |||||||||||||||||||
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