poopfartsmiled

My mother has a friend named Eugene Grey. She has known him as long as I can remember. When I was younger he would come to my house and drink alcohol with my parents on occasion. One time he used my sippy cup and mixed vodka&&V8 juice in it. He left it in the living room on the coffee table. When I walked in from the kitchen I saw my cup and thought that it was mine and took the biggest sip, then started gagging. The taste was purulent. That was more than 11 or 12 years ago. I did not forgive him until I was about 11 years old. He always tried to make it up to me, I never gave in. I held a grudge against him for a very long time. But in the end, I forgave him when I understood that he took fault for his actions. To this day I will not drink V8 juice unless I see it being poured in to cup or if someone tries it before I do.

"that kid poopfartsmiled!"