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so.
wasn't going to go to ladykier's post-birthday celebration, but then she called at 12:30 am and convinced me to show up. the rumors are true, she *is* the bomb. she baked cakes and cookies all shaped like penises and boobs. and people ate them (and yes, everybody swallowed). the whole night was a riot, and here it is 5:20am and i'm just now getting home and going to bed. not that you care, but it's very rare for me to stay out late like that. it's actually very rare for me to go out at all, so cheers and applause to her. and now it's raining and there is much happiness and i'm going to bed...nightnight.

p.s. i met the stonk and she met the monkey.