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What? Mexican dance club?! I can only imagine... I've never been to one. Actually, I've never really been to any dance club before. I have gone to raves before, though. It's weird to see 65 year olds without any shirts on gyrating on the dance floor to jungle music. I was really messed up on ecstacy that time too. I could swear that the glow stick guy ripped me off of $30. And then I was hallucinating that it was raining inside the arena. And I thought bees were trying to kill me. Oh drugs, why do you do what you do?

Um, what was I talking about now? Oh, pouting is no good. You looked so sad yesterday. If you ever want to talk (and by that I mean more than just passing words after close) or hang out sometime you know where to find me.

Whoa! You respond with the quickness, eh?

Hmmm... club rumba...? Sounds kinda shady. 'Rumba' sounds a little too close to 'Pumba'. And Pumba was in the Lion King. And lions were ALSO in the Lion King. And lions eat people. So through my chain of connection, I have come to the conclusion the Club Rumba is really a front for feeding people to lions. Yup. You're lucky to have made it out alive. Next time tradegy might strike...! And, I'm sorry, I don't know what the hell I'm talking about anymore. But it's fun to flood your journal with zany comments that no one but us knows what I'm talking about. Ahahahahah!