koppi

I grew up in a house made of waffles, that me and my family eventually ate, (don't eat a house made of waffle building materials, they tend to mold over time) when we saw what we did to our lovely (tasty-moldy) waffle house, we moved to Chula Vista, California, where instead of waffles our house was made of stucco, which is inedible, by the way. I think my mother managed to make us move here so we wouldn't eat the other house we wanted to buy -it was made of bratwurst- smart move momma!

Er, that didn't make any sense, but such is life! Poot.