All week, I have been looking forward to tonight.
Boy Bar. I’m going to the Boy Bar tonight.
Cute boys live at the Boy Bar.
Damn cute boys.
Everytime I go to Cute Boy Bar, a cute boy flirts with me.
Fuck yeah.
Girl Scout cookies ‘ it’s that time again.
How many calories are in a Girl Scout Cookie?
I don’t care. I like them anyway.
Just give me the cookie and you won’t get hurt, ok?
Karaoke. We’re singing tonight for the Cute Boys.
Late. I can stay out late because I have tomorrow off.
Maybe I’ll sleep in.
Noon. I’ll sleep until noon.
Oh, but then I’ll miss Martha Stewart.
Plus, I secretly am in love with Star Jones.
Quit looking at me like that’ you know you are too.
Right now, I’m wishing it were 7:00 pm.
Survivor starts at 7:00 pm.
Tom isn’t going to win.
UncleBob will be upset.&AAk-
Verily I say unto you: do not put money on the bare assed hicks.
Weet’s predicted winner: Ethan.
X-rated fantasies about him are wrong, though.
Yikes. I’m going to have to come up with a Z. That’s a hard one.
Zag-nut bars taste good.
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