fil’s ass could not fit in these chairs burn.
my french is crap ha so’s my english.
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see even that nun is an arkahallek.
one of the stickers that came with beck’s information album.
we brought bathingsuits but were too wasted to even think about hot-tubbing, we stayed up fighting about hunting with fil’s dad and blasting rufus wainwright hahaha. the first time i went up there fil refused to go in the hot tub cos he didn’t want his dad to know he had a tattoo on his calf omg fil hi you are (were) 30 grow up, so i didn’t go in either and we stood around and watched everyone else have fun go fil!
we stopped in a mac’s parking lot so i could get a coke slushy and some shitty old dutch nacho chips and i helped this incredibly old dude with no fingers on his right hand (seriously) and he was very shaky w/cane, i helped him up the front stoop to get into the store and held the door for him and then waited in line for five hours behind him while he tried to close his wallet then helped him back out of the store then went back in to pay for my purchases then got in the car and this car pulls up beside me i am half paying attention because i’m about to GET DOWN NACHOTOWN and this girl behind the wheel mouths O.MY.GAWD and fil says i think she knows you do you know her and i see her mouth RAYMI so i open the door and say hi? and she says are you raymi oh my god what are you doing here? (in collingwood) i say yes and fil’s dad lives here she says oh right i almost said i was in collingwood buying a slushy instead put on my jokey banshee voice ohmygod don’t look at me i’m so hungover! she laughs we pull out and drive away and i bragged about how i am a movie star all the way home. hi danielle! sorry my teeth weren’t brushed, wine-stainy and my hair was texas oil slick nice to meet you.
