I actually tried to join my local hipster club. They said if my fat ass could fit in skinny jeans, I could be in. I knew it would be a tight squeeze, and I almost got the pants up to my waist, but they pushed me over and started to cry, because laughing wold be expected. The worst part was that I fell down nearby stairs that was littered with PBR cans and record players. At the bottom of the stairs was a bunch of VHS tapes which I cleverly used as makeshift ninja stars to break out of the club.
So yeah, weird day, but whatever.
Oh, and they later learned that I had a vanilla frosty, so I was allowed in.







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