...i had taken the back way onto this bus, the one that travels to unknown places for exorbitant prices. in order to get off i had to pass myself off as one of the tuition paying assholes who had permission to be on it. Jeff is the dis/embarking checker. he asks for my id and i hand it to him, knowing full well that i don't have the required
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Okay, ii'm leaving a message for you here. By the by who hasn't called... is this the chick who molested you? you should call me sometime. we can talk about things scuh as when it would be a good time to visit. i want to pick up boys in a bar with you. things are going to hell in a handbasket i met my possible future step father i will tell you about that later though. have a good day.
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BTW, you didn't come to my party. No chugging of Pepto, no choking on car bombs, no air-bubbles in the PBR, but it was still an alright party. I really want some memorable gimmick for the planned big party on the 14th of August. Midgets and monkeys dressed in tuxedoes and starter jackets, on flaming unicycles carried by transvestite postal workers, something circus-ey. I would be happy with a rented goat, unassumingly placed in the basement on a rope with no explanation...
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sorry, i would've liked to have come to the party, but i was in Tacoma. rest assured when next we meet the cars will explode like many a protestant englishman politician on the streets of dublin.
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