thats hardly a subsitute
everything isnt bad, but its not great either. in the end its all just...shit. another night of laying around with my head totally off my shoulders and back at the park where i left it on top of the swing right in front of where turf tried on the sweater that looks like could have come from my girlfirends little sister. he actually sqeezed his whole body into a LITTLE girls sweater. i was totally amazed and he said we better stop calling him fatty if he is able to pry his wasted body into such tight cloth. but we told him where to stick it and no mistake about it. when he said he wasnt as fat as louie i said thats hardly a substitute. after fitting into it we came up with a solution to take it off, just rip the bitch off. we started off with the arms and thats when it looked like turf had on a muscle shirt thats only covered his breasts. man those sleeves were as tight as his fuckin skin. we only started to help him take it off after we got over the sense of extreme laughter and rolling all in the sand and getting my hair full of it, but everyone can agree that turf was the focus of all the lunacy. then back at turfs i ate the best damn borritos god has ever allowed man to make. then i passed out.