Betty and Kotone, two of my dear friends, were cordially invited over yesterday night for a scrumptious meal of food cooked up by yours truly (no natto this time). The meal turned out to be a great success and the company was a hit all across the board, but it really struck home how much my apartment furniture sucks; its patio furniture. And to top off the fact that it sucks, its also falling apart. Coming to the realization that you are a grown man eating all your meals in a shitty lawn chair hurts, but the blow was softened by an ice cold Kirin beer.
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hmm... not quite an adventure but still mildly amusing. why didn't great adventures like the "past the used by date" goods from the supermarket make the cut?
I might write about that in time; in time, my young apprentice. I also might write one on my new titty magazine.
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