Friday, January 18, 2013

My Outing

A dark food janitor seemed to make my dad feel goofy, so I stomped by him and made noises at the table, got up and left and searched for a police but couldn't find 1.

I got another gray cat shit.. found nice black pants the right length but none that fit, everyone in Orlando is my size.

Barnes & Noble wasn't cooking at 8:30 P.M., so the black lady was rude and I stomped off, so-to-speak.  Everyone noticed and people became concerned and forgot that I wasn't worse than them, in the end.

Also, the shirt I got has a tight belt.  It's squeezing my *** tubes.

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