Hello, Brittany. Welcome to the bedroom.

Hola. Hola.

So my story took place in the early 90s. I have a twin brother.

We are little kids about to go to bed.

We are in the classic key jays of a giant white t-shirt XL

drowning in them. We are getting ready to go to bed. My brother

a super hybrid decides to run into the bedroom and jump on his bed that

doesn't have bedsheets on it yet because they're in the dryer.

Well, upon jumping, he landed on a spring that decided to pop out of the

mattress and go into his, yes, general little.

The twig and the berries. Yeah, the berries.

Did you call it the marble bag?

Yes. I kind of like that. I don't go home to a baby. I want to play marbles.

I like the two boatmen. So how long was this thing?

Could he get it out himself or did he have to call for help?

It was actually quite instant. It was like he bounced a

very vivid screen came through and then he jumped up and fell.

And we want my mom figured out what happened and we had to take him to the hospital

and he got a shot in the butt.

Okay. Yeah, just to tell you just in case you get to actually buddy mine

my friend Tony, first house that we moved into, he was not our roommate

but he should have been because he's there all the time.

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