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the idiot

It was like the frickin' Star Wars Cantina in that room, man. And yeah, SERIOUSLY, the lady sounded like that. And they had some personal space issues, so that whenever I moved up in line (to get further away from them) they would move up too, so that they were six inches from the back of my head.

ewwweeechevvychevvychevvychevvychevvy, indeed.


Why do you think I so un-nonchalantly moved from standing right behind you to 4 feet in front of you?

You say chevvy, I say chubba, she was weird.

the idiot

I thought I moved out of East Bawltymore to get AWAY from the wierdness. It's following me! it's following me!

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