Wednesday was a Denny's day. We learned that Bohn can't talk, it isn't just me. Leesa is now hacking up a lung because of a chunk of food that flew out of Smennis' throat. Frittany got the bitchin necklace and as predicted Smennis was so jealous. But really now, who wouldn't be? Leesa probably has more to say than I can. All I remember is having hissy fits with Leesa, feminine hygene products in the back of the car, and making Bohn uncomfortable because he hates people and we almost touched him that one time.
Other than that, my life has consisted of destroying electronics, sunset walks, exhilerating rides on farm equipment, abandoned rock foundations, broken beer bottles, 90s sweaters, video games, talking about women, and shooting stars. This hick town ain't so bad.
MEWO: I have to clean a three month mess is one hour. Wish me luck.
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