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surreptitious spiral ~ member of sets (), (people are frustrating robots and you are no exception), (trolling). i roll up to da park n park n da park. there's pork. bright orange shirt. hart two miss. the both of em. plus-size couple. yes, so they were fat, lol, let's stop that now. they were orange too, ok they load up in their carmobile and fire up the engine and i sit in my car and wait for them to extract. it's for a few reasons: i've just fished my wallet out, and a man dislikes exposing his wallet out only slightly more than exposing his genitals. exception: when drunk, both are shown off compulsively so i'm waiting to stow my wallet away, and habit says not to let a stranger see you stow your wallet, yes, right there, before you go on a 45-minute hike full of alpha waves and botched rhythmic encounters. i also want to let him get his car out of where i'm about to walk before i get out of mine. he sees me waiting. he waits. why am i waiting? what am i up to? i am clearly weird, and this is the same thing as sketchy to mr. fat, who chalks with his woman and sneaks glances over at me. i think: well, shit. we're caught in . how do i kill this zombie process? as i'm thinking, it occurs to me i have a third reason to wait for him to leave: those hard, dry, white boogers need to be carefull extracted like dinosaur bones. well, there we are. let's just put this wait to good use and excavate my nasal cavities. they were out of there in twenty seconds. decimated |
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