TWO-HUNDRED AND THIRTY-TWO.

[yukimi_mama]

I've been on this ridiculous road trip with Dean. He has no idea where we're going, but I guess that's the point. I just gotta remember not to fall asleep when he's driving. I'm sick of candy being stuck up my nose.

Comments

[puckinyourmom]

"Candy", right?

[yukimi_mama]

Shut up, Puckerman. I mean actual candy.

[puckinyourmom]

What's the point of a road trip without hookers and blow?

[yukimi_mama]

I never said there wasn't anything like that, but I'm probably not even allowed to be talking to you about this.

[puckinyourmom]

Like that stops any other teacher here.

[yukimi_mama]

The last thing I need is something else to be accused of.

[puckinyourmom]

Something else?

[yukimi_mama]

[Oh yeah]

It's nothing.

[puckinyourmom]

[But trouuuuble '^']

[yukimi_mama]

What?

[puckinyourmom]

Huh? Nothing.

[yukimi_mama]

Right..