1. The time I got mad at my Uncle John and told him he was going to die. He drove like 20 mph all the way home. I was 4.
2. The time my dad brought home a 1980 something teal green Sunbird for me to drive. He was so excited. I told him I wasn't driving it. I was 16.
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3. The many times I would eat 10 Pillsbury biscuits and gravy for breakfast. I did it again today. I ate 9 (good ole times at Mom's house). I am 29.
I have always been a big breakfast eater. Those who don't eat breakfast, you are missing out!
.JPG)
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