It was a brisk, breezy 106 on my way to the pool. i was sober and sweaty, like man lost in a bowl of pasta. i found splashy in the parking lot, residential dave in a pool, chief found us all later, and we decided to play watervolleball together. it was a joyous occasion filled with joy and joyness.
but first a sailor and his poorly adopted adoptions frolicked with floaties and all. for shame.
creepy had a birthday i think. other things happened. i was drunk
_________________ i pablo the lumper is having the fight at his, it's 5 demayo and the party is going to be on! saturday night i might die!
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