Wind surfing
So today was actually the first day I rode the train to school. Tri-rail to Miami Metro-rail to Miami Metro-mover to my school. It took two fucking hours. I got on the train at 6am and was still late to my 8am class. I was thouroughly reprimanded through verbal abuse and my teacher squeezed my DICK! Well maybe not but my feelings were hurt. If my feelings had a dick then he would've squeezed it. On the train I came to the conclusion that there are too many good looking people on TV and too many ugly people on the train. There needs to be some sort of balance. My class was cool. I learned some fancy pants film talk. Miami is just like a postcard. Everyone there has fake boobs(EVEN THE DUDES?!)And everyone speaks another language. The only time people speak english is when they're singing that Will Smith song about Miami. It's true. I was there.
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