It's orificial.
Mother showed father the letter pertaining to the divorce yesterday evening. James, my brother, went and got pissed before hand at his friend's mother's wake, the party celebrating the person's life after their (rather untimely) death. I stayed home and got pissed with Muffy, James had to get me to roll a joint for him because he was too drunk. He went back out, came back soon after and we got really fucking stoned. Mother knew about it, mother saw the size of the King-L that James rolled. Imagine...the size of Denton's genitalia. We smoked that in the backgarden.
Life is good. How're you?
Life is good. How're you?