Eriginal Flavor
I never had sex in
a van, which is odd, since it’s such a stereotypical place for people to have
sex. You can be assured that it won’t be happening on this trip. I won’t be
participating, anyway. Sometimes I get a weird feeling about that NiNi. Like if
I opened her suitcase, it would be full of S&M gear. It’s always the nice,
quiet ones. I know Kevin has a condom in his wallet—sadly, you can see the ring
from the outside—leading me to believe that, conforming to stereotype, he’s had
it there since he was fourteen. I wonder if any of these people get laid. I
suppose Mel does—with all that pot she smokes, it’s got to happen
sometime. I can’t believe she keeps
denying it! It’s so obvious! I mean, look at the tacky way she dresses. What is
with all the rubber bands around her wrist? And all those ridiculous skirts and
bare legs and bowling shirts? She is like, whacked, 24 hours a day. I promise,
no matter how much I smoke, I will never, ever, be tacky.