Remember when Nintendo made it possible to trade Pokemon you’ve captured in game to people irl? That shit made lunch time short as fuck though cause you have to wait to watch the whole animated shit of the Pokemon going through some long ass tube. Lmfao anyways,
I remember Christmas of 2011 when I got Zeke for secret Santa and he asked for some hand-made art. So I stayed up until 4 in the morning painting a collection series which probably had like a dozen different pieces. Well anyways, he loved it and hung it in his room for the rest of the school year. In return, Aidan got me a bottle of Nivea lotion and a Lipbalm. The fuck? I felt really salty about it, still do, but never told him or anyone. Now y’all know.