"Your mama is so old, she took her driving test on a triceratops."
A chorus of oohs rang up in the backyard of the Bright Horizon"s Foster Home. The sun was setting on the horizon as Aldo Gonzalez jutted out his chin and peered down at his domain as all the foster kids, young and older, cheered his opening entry in the game of Dirty Dozens.
Aldo was faced off against the new kid. Christopher, or Topher as he told everyone to call him, was bigger than Aldo. Which was why Aldo had immediately challenged him. He"d known better than to use his fists, too. With those steak-sized hands, Topher could pound him into the ground. But no one could best Aldo"s mouth.
"Your mama is so fat…" Topher fidgeted, those meat-sized hands grinding one into the other like he was pounding pizza dough.
The tho
