Today is a smelly day, for Panera is reaking. And this is the place we call home. Actually, no. This is the place where we get shite-y free Wi-fi. Godbless Amuuurica. It's also one of those epiphany type days. Hipster-man-boys should be a food group. For two reasons: One, they are tasty; Two, they are prey. As a BONUS ROUND, they smell like cheap cigarettes and Blue Ribbon. Tres delicieux. American Translation: Boys are stupid and should be eat'n.
More importantly, we are about to embark on our first nocturnal adventure. TSI: Art somethin'. We are including a new vagina in this swell time. Her name is Claire and from past experience her body tribal movements will suffice.
We, jolly hobos, are signing out for now.
Au Revoir.
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