YES....they want that cash, and they want an orgasmic evening, a splendorous night. What a contradiction, a cool mist of "where the fuck am I....now?" YES, I answer, have them both babay, have them both. You all have to work work work, at the club, at the party, at the job. How should one go about having it all? That is the question we are truly dealing with considering this paragraph's so wonderfully worded introduction. Which brings me to my erect situation, upon which I must choose to become either flaccid or a high pressured fountain matching the might of the most powerful geyser. Trust me everybody, Im'a explode tonight!
However, SO painfully however, I do work at 10AM tomorrow morning. Such sorrow, such sorrow, hate early morning shifts. Don't misunderstand, my work ethic is grand, I am, in fact, a retail associate genius capable of "riskay" sales and carrying tons of stupid retail shit at one time without breaking too much of it. But still, fuck my life that I work so dreadfully early the morning after a friday night full of such opportnity.
So tonight I prove to the world that above all ethics, above all moral, above all obligation, one must push the ceiling, one must explode in party manner regardless of what egregious behavior may ensue as a result.
PArty tonight, along with me, Party forever!
-Zimbu Kidd.
+be pretty, find it out.
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