"You Be Good"
Last nite, of which I cannot relate the most intricate details, Angela and I went to a secret fellowship of like minds at the Shoppe of Grogs. The leaders of our meeting wore Natural Unadorned Tunics. We levitated in the air at 300 decibals. Before the sacred ritual, we had to suffer through 3 shticks of unmellifulous bedlam. Then, those wearers of Natural Unadorned Tunics rose to the front of the crowd at last. Mot cut his hair and had a really ugly sweatshirt on. Mit looked as though he had been listening to Britney Spears during his break at his summer job at Abercromie and Fitch (in the mall). Ekim has gotten very rotund also. By the end of the soiree we had boogied down, recieved embrasos from Mot and the whole evening was of much enjoyment.
*Disclaimer* I was entirely sober when I wrote this and if you understand what I just said, well, then I'm scared.
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