“We dressed up as the book Madeline, with six people dressed up as her and me as Ms. Clavel, their teacher. One of the Madelines, however, was the truly special one…the one with the beard, that is. Our experience was hysterical—I’d walk all the girls (and one guy) down the street in two straight lines. Guys would be walking the other way, whistling or hollering at all the pretty ladies. Then, as they got to the back of the line, they’d see my friend Brennan, then they’d see me, and I could tell that they were suddenly wondering if ALL the Madelines were men.”
The Riot: Sup?
A T A R A X I A: my stomach being a dick
A T A R A X I A: how bout you
The Riot: My dick is being a stomach
A T A R A X I A: YES
The Riot: Just can’t get enough PUSSY!
A T A R A X I A: yeah
The Riot: You up for anything?
A T A R A X I A: i know the chinese eat cats
A T A R A X I A: LOLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLL
The Riot: You ass
The Riot: You and your fuckin’ imitation cat made out of lentil by-product
A T A R A X I A: w/e son