Shut up dont worry about it

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I'm a boy. A white boy. Not a white boi. I also happen to be straight. This is because the Author of this book is these things and is too lazy/ doesn't feel like getting into the mindset of anyone new so shut up and dont complain.

So what is going to happen this chapter is what was supposed to happen last chapter. The beginning. I was hanging out with my friends Bill, David, Tracy, Maria, and Lee. We were just getting out of the movies. Some chick flick Betty got us to go to and it ended up she got sick and didn't show up. We had already bought the tickets so the rest of us watched the shitty thing. Of course Tracy liked it because she is always getting me to watch stuff like that with her.

Oh and if you want reference for who these people are give me a second and I'll decide who they are.

Maria hated the thing but didn't care because she was next to David who had fallen asleep. And Bill and Lee were in love with the thing and couldn't stop talking about it even when we were ordering pizza about an hour later. After the movie we ended up at Zepprini's. It's this old run down Italian Resturant that hasn't been updated since the 80's and the only good food there was the Pizza. Even so we looked through the menu and talked for about an hour.

"Excuse me gentlemen and gentlewomen could I take your order? Because you have not ordered anything and are taking up a table. If you don't order I'll have to kindly ask you to leave." Rudely interrupted the waiter. Being the only one who was quick enough I ordered us 2 pies one with pepperoni and the other half sausage and pepper and half Sardini and olive.

You see we had a little game when it came to ordering. Who ever ordered first didn't have to pay but they had to order something disgusting and eat the entire thing. Thing is I had a loophole. I liked Sardini and olive pizza butI acted like I didn't. I know so scandalous. Of course I always paid for Tracy. Even if I did win.

Either way Ill spare you my life story. What Im going to do is tell you the story about the day my life got stupid and slapstick.

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