I just learned the other day that bartenders can drink on the job.
Today, I was thinking being a stow-away in someone's truck bed would be a fun adventure but then got really disheartened when I realized what if I only ended up a few blocks over.
I can't stop farting. It's not even funny anymore.
The other day I planned to jump off the bus and yell surprise to someone in line near where I planned to exit. No one was standing there but I yelled surprised anyway and surprised myself. High five to me.
I'm not accomplishing much. I can only offer snapshots.
Right now I am dressed like a bro. It feels comfortable. I want to play basketball.
Everyone's house is very different in very special ways. I like the arrangements.
I just farted again, I'm done with this.
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