Went to friends sisters for her birthday, sister open present, and says okay let's go! Before I know it I'm in the backseat of a car scared for my life as we approach a carnival. A fucking carnival. A place plagued by imbecils and punks alike, a place filled with so much nonsensical debauchery that it makes me sick to my stomach. Hussies and faggots scream as they run by the car. Fun? I can't handle it, why people find risking their lives on incredibly high, fast "rides," packed up and unpacked in a day, carried from vile parking lot to vile parking lot feeding on the simple minded adrenaline junkies. Meanwhile, I arrive, the sister and friend hop out of the vehicle as I explain my situation of social anxiety and empty wallet. Her sister returns a response of letting me know.. "whatever, but you don't get the keys." Fine, I'll just complain on sis, so please continue to flame this thread, hate on a hater, but just remember while you're hating me, I'm dealing with a herd of black girls who you'd think haven't seen each other in years that just parked so close I can smell fried chicken and music that sounds like 1997s version of roller haven just exploded behind me.
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