Like every Saturday night my best friend and I go out ... direction pizzeria! I'm going to take it home, I remove the load the chair into the car and go ... In
pizzeria ...
"Mom look at that there is handicapped, what bad luck ... look mom is also eating a pizza ... "" Hey pretty boy but I sounds so strange that I'm eating a pizza in a pizzeria? Ah, perhaps I could order the caviar that stupid! Do you want my autograph too, as you stare with so much interest? "
happens. Often. Too often. What a nice these people that you remember every moment that you are DISABLED! Luckily I have a best friend, ironic and positive.
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