I got hit on by a 36-year old crankster. It was creepy. She told me that I looked like Freddie Prinze Jr. I don't fuckin' think so, bitch. Then she tried to kiss me. I got away, but in my struggle, my last cigarette fell out of my ear. I didn't notice until I woke up at 5 in the morning and wanted to smoke it. That was a fucked up day.
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