On Sunday, I rolled out to the OC to pick up mah bitchez, and then we went shopping at Brea. The day after, we robbed a bank and ran off to Vegas w/ the money. Running from cops, hollaring at 4-year olds and 80-year olds, smashing whipped cream and ice cream onto each other, sticking ice down each other's pants. Every night was another adventure, I
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