Miscomunication is a bitch. It happens all the time now with the internet.
"With that fucking internet that fucking kids are on!"
The old man is talking about cybersex. Keeled over and up and all over the place. He owns the record shop downtown. I throw a brick threw his window one time. But it was late when I did it and noone saw it. It made me feel much better about things when I saw the cops there in the morning.
I live above a pretensios store that sells hand bags. The chicks that walk in and out of this store though! Tity tits tit-a-rama! Tit a rit a tit tit. I'd like to hit them all. I'd tap um. Like a mo fo drum!
It is Sunday. I just got back from church. I sat out side and spared ciggarets to the bums as they lingered. It was a good service until I ran out of ciggarets.
"hey I am sorry to bother you sir." He talks like a gentel\men but smells like a sewer.
"look I am out!" I told him. I yelled it.
"sorry about that." He said
"what you say?!" I said threating. I heard what he had said. I am a student of human reaction.
"sorry." He scurried off.
"what are you doing here sir?" A man with a neck guard on said to me. Now why he was wearing a neck gaurd in the middle of thew city in the summer nowhere near a rink is beyond me.
"I was giving smokes to the homeless. But the fuckers took all my smokes."
"well you got to get off the curch steps." For someone that dressed like a retard with his neck guard and everything he talked some fucking smart.
"what?" I said all tuff. He just kind of looked down his nose at me.
The End
G.A.P.
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thus spoke G.A.P.
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I think it is my favorite of all S8
I liked your GO G.A.P.
For some reason this came to mind when I read it
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