We talked about how he was a mulatto and that I was Asian. We discussed how we never knew that cats and cartoon characters could be so slutty. We mutually agreed that there was a shocking lack of creativity filtering in and out of the apartment. We mused over jello shots and how America was not the melting pot it claimed to be. He told me he wrote a book as his alter ego, a graduate student teaching at the University of Chicago. We discussed how we were the only ethnic folks in the room until one of the Crazy 88s showed up with swords and everything. We joked around with the Crazy until he left in search of Black Mambo. Frederick then asked me why I didnt dress as Harriet Tubman. As he said this, Britney Spears walked by hand in hand with Victoria Beckham and Angelina Jolie. Angie was suprisingly without Brad and seemed to be carrying a Mexican baby, a black baby, and some mix of Indian/Caucasian. Suddenly David Beckham came ambling by holding up a very tipsy Peter Pan. As Peter tried to navigate the stairs, Ricky Bobby came by to yell, If you're not first, you're last. Then Buddy the Elf grabbed Peter and yelled, Why dont you just fly you fuckin fairy?
It was a very strange weekend.
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