ZOMGdfgdkfgkdf. I should have known something will be going down today. I should have sensed this oddness, with 11/11 and all. I should have seen all this coming when Tasch’s dad took 2 hours to respond. HOLY SHIT. What one hell of a day at the City. As some of you may refer to as FRISCO. Woww. Why, it was quite an adventure. The weirdest that involved encounters with retarded bitches and drugged perverts on the way.
So we get on the Caltrain to SF at 2:30, hella camwhoring on the way. All of the sudden, some old man comes up to us and comments on my tights asking where I get them. And then he walks out the train. Like okay, weird, few laughs, and then more picchas, then we finally arrived at our destination. And heck, how did we know that we’re off to a weirdass day. We get on the bus, don’t get off at the right stop at Market St., go all the way around, and that’s when the driver gives us a lecture…
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With all that, I’m munching down two mega sized homemade spring rolls. Mmmm. All that experince really had me starving.
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