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I had to walk home this morning in my bloody wifebeater, lunch box and baby doll in hand. I guess I looked more like shit than I thought because this guy running down the sidewalk went out of his way to loop 10 feet around me as he passed. Somehow, everything on the second floor is covered in a fine layer of glitter hairspray. And I mean everything. And to top it all off Devin left a 4 foot lizzard balloon in my bedroom. Wha happen?
"You don't look anything like a bad acid trip. Why didn't you dress up?"
"I thought the theme was Laguna Beach."
Time to pick up Jen from da airport.
"You don't look anything like a bad acid trip. Why didn't you dress up?"
"I thought the theme was Laguna Beach."
Time to pick up Jen from da airport.