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Sleeping over and over sleeping are two casbah rocking things that should happen more often. Just last night there was a get together at Loripop's house. It should be noted that Loripop's parents were on a cruise and left a massive high definition flat screen television chillin' like a freezy pop in their living room. The boys, being the responsible mature individuals we are, played video games while the girls prepared a potluck feast of unheard and unseen proportions. There were corned dogs, twice times baked potatoes, pizzas made from some ingredient people were calling "scratch", Spaghetti + meat balls, linguini salad, and cheese/pepper slam a lammed macs and roni. Not to mention beverages more carbonated than Han Solo at the end of Empire Strikes Back. At the end of our big blessed feast there was a movie to be chosen. Some of the less enthusiastic choices were Josie and the Pussycats the movie and Buffy the Vampire Slayer the movie. The two front runners were Snatch and The Princess Bride. The boys, us, were pulling for the British sweetness of Snatch and rightfully so. We fought the law and the law did not win. Because daggummit, we watched the heck out of Snatch and it was better than butter. It was Parkay. I then played two songs on DDR and after being satisfied with my consistent domination of the game I fell asleep on the couch.
I had a rather sweet Valentine's Day, thanks for asking. I cleaned my house and went to a Mexican restaurant that I live above with friends. I had Mexican food. It wrecked into my colon like Dale Earnhardt into the wall's of our hearts and into national heroicness. It gave me spectacular, fuel efficient gas. It was like Super 93, in my butt. High octane. Enough about me:
That's all kids. Seriously.
Kyle Lee Hufnagel
"Loafers are very smart shoes, they just don't apply themselves."