It seems like so often lately that my thoughts are so scattered and ridiculous that I can hardly make sense of it myself. It's funny though, this crazy, random, scatter-brained thought process somehow found a way to seep into my Monday night and take control. I had the most ridiculous 12 hours of my life starting with getting a new piercing then venturing to a dive of a strip-club, complete with a pregnant dancer.
Ultimately, it was discovered that spending nearly 8 hours in a little Saturn can lead to a lot of interesting things. What I'm getting at is, life isn't fun unless you make it that way, spontaneous bar outings lead to good things if you let them ( and not so much if you let a drunk girl out of your sight for 'just enough time to smoke a bowl') and, finally, 'do you think that's a diet coke?'
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