“Every time I’m at the butcher shop, I make sure to ask the woman working there if she’s got a nice rack.”
-The man in front of me at the ATM in 7-Eleven, talking about lamb (I presume). Why do crazies feel the need to talk to strangers?
“Every time I’m at the butcher shop, I make sure to ask the woman working there if she’s got a nice rack.”
-The man in front of me at the ATM in 7-Eleven, talking about lamb (I presume). Why do crazies feel the need to talk to strangers?
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