a few minutes ago someone yelled for us to come back into the warehouse. when we get back there aaron has birthday candles sticking out of his mouth like cigarettes dripping wax on his bare chest singing happy birthday mr. vice president to dustin.
owwww owwww owwww my poor eyes.
he said he was trying to melt them to his nipples but feared the hot wax on them. ouchies.
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