I am STILL looking for Kevin Wikse. Danny Wilten's pig ate my socks.
I had to walk to the Circle K today. My feet still hurt from walking barefoot yesterday. I had to wear my tennis shoes with no socks. Danny Wilten stole all my socks and fed them to his pet pig. Kevin Wikse is going to be so pissed. I told him that Danny Wilten's pig likes to eat my socks. He laughed at me, but he knew I wasn't lying. My feet are going to stink, and people will make faces at me. I am so mad at Danny Wilten and his fucking pig right now. Plus, he took my sandals. I don't know if his pig eats sandals or not.
At the Circle K the clerk gave me a funny look. I knew he could smell my feet and must think I was gross. I took my shoes off and stood in the beer cooler. Kevin Wikse would be so proud of me. I know he likes beer coolers. He calls it beer church. I saw a stout Kevin Wikse would like and decided to buy it for him when I find him. Danny Wilten likes IPAs like a dirty fudge packer. The cold made my feet and shoes smell better. I took Kevin Wikse's beer to the counter. I am going to ask Kevin Wikse about portals and drink beer with him until he pulls my top off.
The clerk still gave me a funny look. I asked him who would win in a fight, him or Kevin Wikse. He said he didn't know Kevin Wikse. I know he is lying. I told him that even Danny Wilten, a dirty fudge packer, could kick his skinny crackhead ass. Kevin Wikse would put you in the hospital. The clerk gave me a mean look, so I threw my money at him. I am going to tell Kevin Wikse about that guy. Him and Danny Wilten must be butt buddies.
I wish the Circle K had a Taco Bell nearby. If you know Kevin Wikse, please tell him to buy me some. I got him a beer.
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