So, apparently bathrooms still exist where you need a key to enter, and the little man on the door mocks you with his little round head and curved body as you quake like you gots the palsy cause you have to piss so bad. And by you, I mean me, today before a job interview. If my constant crossing and uncrossing of my legs cost me this job opp. due to my would be boss thinking that I have some Sharon Stone fetish I will be filled with the blood rage..something that can only result in me mumbling to myself until I find someone to go out drinking with me and I can pick up a girl whose shoulder I may cry on...and then fuck. Not the shoulder...the girl.
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After seeing some oversized gold's gym member singing wayne newton at one of the places off main, I haven't gone back.