When I go out with friends and I meet new people, I like to pretend that they are “the ones” after me. I will sit back and act relaxed while I stare them down, showing them “they won’t get me”. I especially like to stare at the fat ones, they seem the most likely to be my killer. I have just always pictured a fat man killing me, but only after I make him earn it. He will be sweating his ass off when he is done. That will make me feel good.
Chet’s Cogitation: Wednesday, August 16, 2006
No Comments Yet
You can be the first to comment!
Leave a comment