"I wanna walk underneath it. That's when a cop will show up right?"
"'Excuse me, ma'am-'"
Suffice it to say the thing did not come alive and devour me. Such progress I have made with this bizarre phobia. Still gets my heart racing though.
Too damn cold for the walk. It is almost May. Winter is over. Stop it with the under 40F/4C thing.
Also we stopped in a gas station, and when we left some douchenozzles in a castrated third gen Mustang slowed down and shouted "I like your dog"
So here's a fun thing. If you have to explain your insult, it's not a very good one. Which one of us was the 'dog'? Calling me a bitch? or him a dog for being out and following me on a night like this? It was far too stupid to actually work, which is unfortunate since it didn't give me enough time to tell them how fucking awful their souped up fart machine of an attempt at a Mustang was.
Last edited: Apr 27, 2015
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