Ive
just disembarked off my turquoise appolo from the weekly annual coob
extravaganza- it’s common knowledge now, that access to a keyboard and public
wifi grants u the privilege to cover charge your cemented event-so me and
xannie danny jived down under only to swap a red headed step child three
shillings and a bike light for four star entry to the dumpster cave- upon
arrival I glimpsed various internet coobs and loungeroom retirees- I did a lap
and xannie checked the surrounding d floor perimeter for pressed abandoned and
unintentionally dropped uppers- there were ethical AKA ozone layer free
exorbitant mocktails and a zillion doors that were locked because even being a
famous keyboarder doesn’t grant u the luxury to a dunnie. So xannie and I busted
out and split and now im in my room deciding what type of drake fan I am. Its like
deciding what type of feminist you are- u just need access to youtube- blogspot.com
and a facsimile to send ur pet Chihuahua screen grabs of ur photocopied arse
tatts… Goodnight