emoJust yesterday, on my nineteenth birthday (my plan to acheive immortality has not failed yet) my friend Danny "Spiffy Combover" and I ventured to the thriving metropolis of Bismarck. Upon arrival to our destination my friend felt the urge to urniate. We decided to expedize down (or up if you're moving South to North) to the Kirkwood Mall, whence we arrived at this place we headed to the privy (bathroom). As Danny urinated in the stall ,I occupied the urinal, during our "purging" period I was reminded of a story young Daniel had revealed to my friend Kyle "Richard" Richard Craig, about the Two Minute Pisser. After I had finished my unrination process for about a minute, Dan was still carrying on. And on. And on. For another minute. I laughed to myself and said to Daniel, "Daniel, as I laugh to myself, you remind me of the Two Minute Pisser. I think he is you, and you are him." He was, of course, much astounded by my deduction of the facts that were given to us, now and before.
After we (both) were done in the privy (shitter) we began walking the long, dark, unsurveiled mall corridor. Where I said to him, "Danny, what is with this "emo" "craze?" He said, "I don't know." "What is these hoodlums problems? I am a white, middle class American, my life is hell," And we laughed, and so did the two punks that passed by us. Then we saw a sticker that said "YOU SUCK." And laughed some more.
