I don't know what it was called, cause it was a year or two ago.
But it was a bright brown, with like 3 pecans on it.
He just called my dad and was like " I sent you a snack from Texas enjoy. " and then hung up.
The only interesting near me is a place is a battle field, and this one house they used to do surgery or something on people during the civil war I think.
And this bomb ice cream place.
I like to talk alot.
Also I have a bad problem when somebody is telling a story I always cut in, and start telling a story similar.
A bad habit I got from my dad.