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this is sean, [____epic] updating for sam so his journal will look rad.
sam is a wonderful, sex muffin.
like the muffin man on crack-cocaine.
or like peterpan without his shiny New Balance tennis shoes that my grandpa wears.
oh, what a wonderful day it tis';
bright lightning and the distant rumble of a ripe mexican man, gnawing on the last morsel of his bean, cheese, and green pepper burrito from the am-pm down the street.
oh, what a wonderful day it tis';
one where you can walk outside and see two homeless dwarves fighting over a pino colada flavored icee.
Mmm, icee's are so good.
in fact; i think i could use one now.
ah, that's better.
oh shit, now i have to urinate.
be back in a jiffy, my good friends.
oh, what a wonderful day it tis';
we went to soup plantation and i ate muffins. seriously, like three of them.
and i put carmel on them. they were so good. i want more of them now.
riiiight now.
oooh yes.
so scrumptulescent and mouth-watering.
you guys know what rock my trousers?
those water balloons that look like grenades.
i remember, when i was a wee lad, my older brother, thadius, and i would throw them at the hispanic gardeners.
but there was one gardener who wasn't hispanic.
in fact, he was asian.
so asian that he had a mexican name.
his name was hisa.
hisa was an old feller who grew up in the south side bronx.
he later moved to sweden where he became a full time hair dresser to the stars.
then he moved out to los angeles so he could become a gardener.
he loves it.
his job is so wonderful.
they pay him in sandwiches.
the end.