right before I went into the haunted house, when my mom said "remember, it's not real." Something about her saying that freaked me out, and so I walked close behind the big kid in front of me the whole way, holding onto a wrinkle in his shirt so gently that he never knew I was there.
I am Coaster Punchman and you have just entered my world. I rule it with an iron fist, so if you're looking for First Amendment protection, you will not find it here. I have a now deceased crazy Chinese mother-in-law, and sometimes I wear Crocs around the house. I don't like flip-flops or Mormons. I'm also a cyberstalker by trade -- so I could look up all sorts of random shit about you if I wanted, but I probably won't because I'm pretty lazy.