I passed a Gentleman of the Street yesterday afternoon, who asked me for some change, as is according to custom. I smiled, and said no, but wasn't prepared for his most excellent response:
"If you wasn't so tall, I'd marry you. ...You a little tall."
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i was at a mall on monday (i know, gag, but i can't buy used jeans anymore, they fall apart too damn fast) and this bum walked up to me to tell me that redheads are from Scandanavia and Poland, from 500 BC, and they invaded and killed THOUSANDS of people, and wore kilts and red socks and had bones through their noses. he had more to teach me... i forget the rest.
however, did not try to marry me.
i meant *he* did not try to marry me. also, he did not try to pierce my septum, for which i am grateful.
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