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last night, i went to the complex for the poisonous dialect show (group consists of: carlos, carlos' little brother, and somebody else). there was breakin' before the groups went on, so that was fucking awesome (on a side note: i am still occasionally referred to as breakin' burrito). i did not like standing around by myself in new surroundings, though. especially since i was dressed like i was mildly retarded. people probably thought i was lost. i think the most important thing i learned last night is that carlos' little brother is the fucking cutest 15-year-old, rapping, mexican boy ever!
after the show i went to carlos' new house. his little brother was not there. and, yes, i totally would have hit on a 15-year-old boy. what's the problem?
this morning i woke up to find out that some jackass broke into our backyard last night and stole some shit. what an ass.
after the show i went to carlos' new house. his little brother was not there. and, yes, i totally would have hit on a 15-year-old boy. what's the problem?
this morning i woke up to find out that some jackass broke into our backyard last night and stole some shit. what an ass.