Friday, 27 March 2015
I was at my mums house in her kitchen and I was chatting to her when I noticed a package on the worktop. When I asked her what it was she said it was cocaine and that she selling it. I was somewhat alarmed at my mothers behaviour and questioned why she was doing it.
She soon persuaded me that it was a very profitable venture, she explained that she had made £120,000 in a week selling it and that she wasn't going to stop. Fair play mum.
I was next walking down a lovely pedestrianised street, the sun was out and it was a lovely day. My dad pulled up in a white van and said he had found a dog. The dog was a white staffie and he had it in the back of the van.
Posted by Max Walsh
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