true story. so, i’m strolling along on a sunny summer afternoon without a care in the world … and then, BAM, next thing i know, i’m on wiggin* street. the guy walking his black lab started screaming, “my dog morphed into a fire-breathing dragon!” the old man on a leisurely stroll yells, “my f#cking face is melting!” thankfully, i turned onto north bennett street, and everything went back to normal. strange.
*btw, urbandictionary.com’s definition of wiggin: “to freak out or to start freaking out, usually when inebriated under a variety of substances. and then taking it to new horrible levels, most probably mentally scaring your friends and relitives with overwhelming weirdness. your soul itself feels as if it is imploding. i.e., i was wiggin while talking to your mom last night. she was speaking rubbish, and i was off my tits.”
was there a lady selling veggie burritos?
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there a lady selling veggie burritos?
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