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out to find some vanilla syrup for His iced lattes (they taste really good, i'm happy he bought the esspreso machine) store #1 nope. store #2.... nope. so its off to v.g.'s i fucking hate that place. its where all the beautiful people work. all day you see the clone guys -often bleached and always styled hair and clone girls - they all have streaks and great fake tans working there. all of a sudden at around 10 p.m. they send all the beautiful youth home, and the average american makes an appearance to work there.
i'm already in a sour ass mood just for having to go into that fucking place and i get met by the stench of some girl on my way in. she had a body spray cloud so thick you could almost see it. what the fuck do you want to be doing walking around in a chemical cloud and why do you think that makes you smell good? i wonder what these people REALLY smell like, their natural odors trapped and soured, unable to be emitted. i'm getting ill thinking about it.
i'm already in a sour ass mood just for having to go into that fucking place and i get met by the stench of some girl on my way in. she had a body spray cloud so thick you could almost see it. what the fuck do you want to be doing walking around in a chemical cloud and why do you think that makes you smell good? i wonder what these people REALLY smell like, their natural odors trapped and soured, unable to be emitted. i'm getting ill thinking about it.