As context for the lads, we forced Kid to lip sync Caroline Polachek’s entire discography publicly in NYC transit. It was extremely embarrassing, everyone laughed at him even little children, but evidently it wasn’t enough to impress upon him our seniority.
This post, gentleman, has brought this thread to the zenith of its profundity. Alas any other al fresco shitting experiences henceforth recounted are doomed to pale in comparison.
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