"What does it smell like under that wig"
Were all back from BOB now and were barely working. All my joints and limbs are hurting, I feel like a broken wind up toy. All my energy was serged out of me and into all the cheers, and I'm still going to school. I can't even explain ALL the good times I've had at BOB 1, but I'll try. I got my badge handed to me and I saw that nobody had the same group as me, and that I would be all alone. So my first committee group came around and I slowly trudged to the broken down building, trying to make my way in the dark I saw a bright light coming from inside the room I was supposed to be in. I opened the door and I found the light to be Chelsea the Goddess of 'friends in need of some soul!" I quickly ran towards her and we had fun together for the rest of the trip. We also had fun passing notes, chuckling, talking shit, and laughing our ass off. SIDE NOTE (CHELSEA IF YOUR READING THIS MY FRIENDS AT SCHOOL FOUND THE BOOK WE WROTE ALL OVER AND THEY STARTED CRACKING UP!) So all I can say to you bitches reading this that aren't in Y & G is that your missing the time of your life. I mean who else can share a room with Sam and still be alive to tell the story cuz its Culver's Territory. Alright I'm sick and I have to go.