Today some geezer handed me a counterfeit twenty and made off like an Arab.
Also, a man purchased condoms yet his wedding finger was bare. Nevertheless he was grinning madly. Maybe he was playing a prank. I was confounded (Nah, I am not so naive; obviously his intent was sinful reverie with some confused girl).
I was blasting Asobi Seksu as a mating call; no dame responded.
A daytripping negro swaggered into the station and asked for some rolling papers. It would be reasonable to hypothesize that this stoner is living in the controversial low income housing project in Uxbridge.
To conclude: I was mulling over The Economist -- a magazine situated in the middle of US Weekly and In Touch (a mere centimeter separates intellectionalism and idiocy) -- and in walks some ditz.
Ditz: "When do you guys close?"
Stud: "We're 24/7."
Ditz: "Everyday?"
I'm guessing this ditz character is reaching one centimetre in the wrong direction. Unless, of course, this apparent dumbness is due to extreme social consciousness; in which case a judgement call cannot be made.
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i think this ditz was just so stunned/shocked by your dazzling charm, and good looks of course (it's a given) that she had a sort of mind-block, and therefore that was the only thing she could think of to say to carry on conversation with you so that she could continue to grace your presence.
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