Andrea Cooke is not a friend of Andrew Jones'. These words should be clearly articulated at this point in the story. There are no friends of Andrew's who are like Andrea. Andrew wouldn't want to hang out with somebody with a 460 pound mother. This is implied by the way he acts and his friend Monica justifies this argument. They look like a couple of losers when they are posing together in photographs. They look like they have collectively spent $5000 on their clothes. This will include their haircuts, fashion accessories, and all of the ink over their arms. These are 2 individuals who have never had to experience homelessness. They have no care for a person like Andrea and they love having fun together. They are fun and everybody knows it. People with brightly colored hair are really fun. We don't care about how much money it cost. It cost enough money and people really like seeing money spent that way. People enjoy seeing money spent that way and it's nice how they zip around in taxi cabs. Their alcohol consumption might pay your rent. You are dead on the street and Monica and Andrea walk right by you. They have been drinking and they have to puke. They puke next to this homeless corpse and it smells really bad.
'We didn't really like it.'
'This wasn't the best puke we have ever done.'
'I want to stop hating people.' says somebody who does drugs.
'I want to stop hating people.' and she picked the person with boobies.
'Yeah. I don't really understand how stupid it was.'
Life really does go on. Life goes on and some of you will not understand what we are talking about.
'I want it to be something that is a bad thing.'
Everybody is evaluating Andrea's mental health. She types out all of these words. This is how much of a problem it is and we all hate her.
'It actually isn't hate.'
People don't want to kill themselves.
'I don't really understand this.'
The outfit looked very expensive. They look kind of ridiculous. Like a couple of old greaser jokes. A couple of greasers who are from the movie.
'I want it to look really awesome.'
It's another cliche. Another couple of people dressing like a couple of art students. They all shop at the same stores and they wear the same sorts of clothes. Andrea hates this and hates looking at them. The sight of them makes her want to vomit. They are reinforcing Capitalism with their slave-like adherence to complete conformity and it's annoying as hell. They look like a couple of idiots who spent too much money on their clothes. They are a couple of arrogant cunts on top of their utter lack of interest in anything positive.
'I want it to be that we look like a couple of cool people.'
They roll their eyes when the schizophrenic man begins getting on their nerves. They have time to listen to Andrew moan about how horny he is when his fashion conscious colleague wafts perfume under his nose. They will sit and smile and think about how special it is to be a nice piece of meat. A nice valuable piece of ass. Something firm and nice without any bugs crawling over it. A firm pussy which will do for Andrew Jones. A nice little vagina to cook him up some dinner. Girls will fight over this and enjoy being a piece of ass on the side. They will think they are being very liberal when they expose their twats to this doofus. They will be excited about getting to conform.
'I want it to be that it was a nice name.' says Ms Snorty Snorty.
She has a couple of holes. It's fun to make use of them. Lots of holes to poke. Nothing to write about. Twat doesn't write stuff online when it aspires to be a piece of meat.
'I really wish we could be twat.' all the young girls are sighing.
They are lining up to conform to twat-like behavior.
'I want it to be a good thing.' that's what they are all saying.
'I want it to be a good thing.' they vomit out and it fills up their nose.
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