i am sad because my friend’s husband died a couple days ago, i don’t want to say who, but he was the nicest fucking guy ever, he idled his car for me once somewhere in greenwich village so i could run sneak up behind this dude (who called me chunky) and dump an entire large cup of white castle soda on his head then he drove me all the way back to park slope. it was kind of his idea too, well i said it out loud and he encouraged it, despite being totally thirsty and not telling me he wanted to drink the pop pretty bad, nicest fucking guy. so so so sad.
sigh.
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HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHHAHAHAHHAHAHAHAHA!
someone is happy to have us back.
