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troyyixrfd · Wysłany: Czw 20:39, 24 Mar 2011 Temat postu: my txt_ (45)

My mom grew distressed as the weeks wore on. We had selected a
site next to her washing machine as the place we would stockpile our raw materials. In a brown cardboard box that one time held catsup bottles,[link widoczny dla zalogowanych], our little pile of used toothpaste tubes began to grow.
Finally my mom put her foot down. The sight of her neighbors' ,[link widoczny dla zalogowanych], messy,[link widoczny dla zalogowanych], crumpled used toothpaste tubes had gotten to her. "What are you boys doing?" she asked. "And I don't want to hear again that it's a business secret. Do something with this mess or I'm going to throw it out."
Mike and I pleaded and begged, explaining that we would soon have enough and then we would begin production. We informed her that we were waiting on a couple of neighbors to finish using up their toothpaste so we could have their tubes. Mom granted us a one-week extension.