Every Thursday from 8-10 pm, I have a social life. I go to the bookstore with my friend, because the bookstore has books, movies, and Bob. Bob makes drinks that taste like liquid seduction with whipped cream on top. I drink them even though I am trying to get my figure to look a little more Marilyn Monroe and a little less Lillian Russell. The only problem here is that I had one of Bob's mint chocolate milkshakes around dinnertime, so now I really don't need to eat again until - oh - 2011.
*urp*
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