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...And then I found myself in a car with Rissie and Donut, who was a very good sport about the whole beach thing, as well as the shrill demands comming from the backseat that we get the hell out of Ridgewood and go to Bed-Stuy instead. We bought saltines and bottled water at a drive-through supermarket. I ate goats, and drank efervescent tea which tasted like the color green. Then we sent Donut on a scavenger hunt. He found something pertaining to apples, the number 12 written in red, and a crackwhore. Rissie and I were incapable of staying quiet for more than 30 seconds, as usual. Our adventure spanned 3 boroughs, and a good chunk of Long Island.
Tomorrow, I am going to visit some gay penguins, and the polar bear that has its own psychiatrist.
Tomorrow, I am going to visit some gay penguins, and the polar bear that has its own psychiatrist.