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Today was the last day of my life guarding class and we were testing our saves. I was the mock victim and strapped to the back board and the girls who were "saving" me fucked up and let me go. The board started to flip hurdling me towards impending doom (drowning). I was helpless because i was strapped in with straps meant to be taken off by EMTs in an ambulance, not meant for me to Harry Houdini my ass out of them. I was saved by one of the Bostonian stoners. After class he was telling me about how pumped he was to see Dave Matthews soon; I fucking hate Dave Matthews more than anything ever. I told him how cool that concert would be.

Today me nemo asked one of the many bikers who park their motorcycles outside J.P. Licks why they did that. Why would bikers love ice cream so much? Instead of the "Fuck you Dude" we were expecting he merely flashed an ear to ear grin and told us it was the hangout spot.

If you were ever interested where Bright Eyes came from , listen to "Cut Here" by The Cure. Connor must have loved those dudes.

A Long island ice tea contains no ice tea.