i fetched grandma to chinatown and drove past an accident site on the way home. a bike was lying on the road facing backwards and a car was stopped 10 meters after it. a classic case of retardism. happily there was a rozzer on site, trying to explain to the driver that he was a twat.
the very first thing that came to mind, though, was my zipper.
it's like this; the guy was dressed in the typical army peetee attire with flip flops, which got me thinking. what if i were to become a retard one day and hit one of my own kinsmen? would i be forced to stand at some center divider, exposed to public ridicule while the world drove by? something has to be done here.
no more berms with dynamic auto-engage drop-down zippers from now on.
the very first thing that came to mind, though, was my zipper.
it's like this; the guy was dressed in the typical army peetee attire with flip flops, which got me thinking. what if i were to become a retard one day and hit one of my own kinsmen? would i be forced to stand at some center divider, exposed to public ridicule while the world drove by? something has to be done here.
no more berms with dynamic auto-engage drop-down zippers from now on.
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