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Any Given Friendster Bulliten, As Posted From The Laundry Room

There is a party going in my mom's laundry room right now. I had to sneak out to get away from the mayhem for a sec. The dryer is spinning some mad jeans action right now...serious old school ambient noise. It is HOTT. I have a sneaking suspicion that it is going to get even hotter before hitting that time of night. You know what I'm talking about.

The cool-down.

I am having a f*cking blast. F*cking great music and f*cking great people.
And who knows where the afterparty will be? The living room? Indianapolis? Whatever the locale it will most definitely involve some badass folding.
Avoiding wrinkles, yo.

byos(nuggles)
at least 40 more minutes until who knows??

Rad.

-jiltronizzlator