[stuffed into the mailbox some awkward morning is a blank envelope, and within:]
[in small text, further explanations are written in a blank page in red ink:]
friday 28th 8pm 10 if you wanna be fashionable bring guests from holly heights if you want im sick of looking at all you same fuckers god musical performances by the striders of course be there or get fucked
youre supposed to be all like. holy shit my bro just experienced a legitimate strip club falling straight into those ever-clever and swift hands of his im so impressed that im gonna go check it out. if not for the irony than for the fact that i can observe his irony in action. just chilling behind the bar observing everything like a smug asshole sipping a scotch. achieving some level 50 sardonic points jesus christ what a baller.
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