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the asian man beside me
has a huge box of vegetables
and is noisly slurping on a cola
and licking his fingers after each fry
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No way! I've had an asian man beside me for twenty-five years too!
He kept me company during the nine years of labor my mother was in before i was actually born.
It's that damn weed, it'll stunt your Labor contractions!
But aside from that, thank you for the lovely compliment miss Mead. I read a bit of that "worse story" thing, or whatever the hell it was.
It was a little tolkienesk with your description of the house. God damn that man liked to write about food.
Though I never really liked the lengths in which he would go to show just how good said food is.
Sorry, i'm a little baked... and i'm questioning whether or not I can sneak another deliciously addictive cancer sticks without someone comming in the room.
