thefuckisgoinon here? its 8:35pm and my doorbell just rang with a 9th grader and her [what i’m assuming is her central/south american nanny] with a catalog for me to flip through on the spot and buy something for the high school…
I had her write down the catalog website, school and her name and promised to look through it later and give her credit if i bought anything.
I *should* have asked if they wanted to discuss the matter further and invited them both in to get high.
I answered the door in basketball shorts and an undershirt, holding a green mug full of chocolate milk that says Wise Up on it that i got from BillOReilly.com.
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