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Featuring: @Bianca Baker
It had been one of those weeks, the type of week where everything that can go wrong does go wrong. It was Friday night and all I wanted to do was meet up with my best friend Bianca and go to our favorite hole in the wall cafe. It was not five minutes after we'd sat down and started enjoying our tea that he walked in. When I say walked I'm being gracious, it was more of a lumbering shuffle. I looked at Bianca and I could tell that she was equally disgusted. I almost threw up in my mouth. How dare that slovenly pile of lard stuffed into and spilling out of a sweat stained tracksuit that's at least two sizes too small show himself in public?!
