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April 21, 2006
Wouldn't You Feel the Breeze or Something?
So, I go to Borders last night to pick up a CD, and as I'm leaving, I hold the door open for someone to come in, and the guy looks up in my direction and says, "You're dick's out."
I'm thrown by this for a second, and mutter out a standard, "Huh?"
The guy nudges with his head to look behind me, and says, "No, him."
I turn around and there's some old man fumbling to get his junk back in his pants. No joke.
I bolt, man. My mom genetically cursed me with being a 'Weird Magnet' just like she is, and I've learned over the years to put as much physical distance as possible between myself and these situations. I Dukes of Hazzard it into my car and get the fuck out of Dodge.
...Seriously, how could you not know?
Posted by Schamberger at April 21, 2006 06:27 AM