So, umm, yeah, it is like, umm, two days after Halloween and as I’m thinking about what I’m going to wear to my aunt’s house on Thanksgiving I pull up to the “Do Over” (The Last One Of The Year). I hop out of the spaceship thinking that I’m going to spend some of this,
on eight carafes of sangria (I POP MAD BOTTLES SON) and maybe take a cute little dirty and slightly overweight hip-hop/neo-soul/revolutionary bitch to Roscoes afterwards and impress her with my extensive knowledge of Maxwell and Eric Benet (pre haircuts).
WRONG!!!!!!!!!
GOMEZ WARREN IV NEVER MADE IT THROUGH THE DOOR!!!!!!
Now you would think that these,
had something to do with it.
NEGATIVE (I Never Get Frisked, And The Goyard Cardholder Is Heavy).
It turns out that I couldn’t go in because I wasn’t wearing a fucking costume,
on NOVEMBER 2ND!!!
INTERESTING.
I’m going to be quiet now.
