Yo, what up? So, like, my mom ate my toenails and then bailed for a few days, which, I probably shouldn't say, but they were some of the sweetest days ever. And that includes the day Darrin drove his go-cart into a lake. Lame thing was that my mom took my hat, which next to my nunchucks, is probably my most prized possession. I mean, if you don't get the hat thing, I don't know what to tell you. Sculpting a hat into the perfect shape takes just the right amount of sunlight, dirt and sweat, combining to get the right level of fadeage and bill bend.
Thank God she came home and I got my hat back. I was starting to get worried I'd never see her again. My mom too. View episode recap