cristina and i have big plans for the weekend. after securing a pair of surgical gloves for our four hands, we will explore the pockets of thrift store clothing and dine on the profit. perhaps we'll see something scary going into the world of the dangerous unknown. but money is worth it b/c we will eat our good efforts. not that we'd eat poisonous shite from pockets, more along the lines of a piece of pie.
speaking of cool (me and stinky), mike wore the shit today. how cool is a kid that's wears a bright green thrift shirt with lines pre-cal equations in white? very, my friend, very.
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