Today I went to BMJ's home to congratulate him on providing so much entertainment. He welcomed me in to his home, a reasonable abode, and showed off each punch in the wall that highlighted some significance in his life. The home smelled pleasantly of meth and weed, a truly fragrant array of delightful scents. From there, I tried to offer to juice him. I was promptly kicked out and called a rat, all the while making my swift exit being called a faggot and to get gud at Runescape. Apparently Capri Sun was not the kind of juice he wanted.
I did not go to BMJs house for the autists in the room.