Father’s Day and Nisha’s Party
At the moment I am sitting next to a certain troll…named lehsah…eating mango ice cream. We are partying it up like chimpanzees at a banana feeding frenzy. (Please excuse the poetic license I have taken.) We have now been accompanied by a certain Kim. Kim Julie. Julie Kim. Like…james bond. Except julie. kim.
And stan asks me if I’m blogging. Seriously? What else do you think I do at the wee hours of night when everyone else is undergoing a certain epileptic phenomenon called sleep? Exactly.
So for father’s day we went to Saigon II. Esther paid…I’m broke. Lmao. It’s a Vietnamese Restaurant in Lincroft off rt 520. I enjoy their food immensely, as does my mother and father. Parents. Padres, espanol. Yes Kimjulie, I am silly. I am also a robot. Estoy un roboto. Seriamente.
You have NOOO idea.




SAM are you broke? want to make my father a website before you leave?? he said he's fine with 20/30 an hour or whatever you said, and that whenevers you get to talks about it then you guys can figure all that stuff out.
!! I CANT BELIEVE YOURE LEAVING wait are you coming to andrews partay? or are you leaving before then?
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sam i miss you!