Lassie
Sitting at McDonald's at a table up from an old guy in painter attire taking his lunch break. Wolfing down his food he talked on his phone all the while .As he commented about his day and asked about whoever was on the phone .He must have been asked about his meal.Stopping to lay his sandwich down he eyed it
With disgust and before resuming its consumption said",It ain't much but maybe it will make a turd "
Waite there's more.As he struggles to navigate his belly out of the booth he audibly farted said" What did you say girl ,Timmy is in the well,laughed to himself and left.
You can't make this crap up.
Guess he was stuck in the **** stage.Perhaps I am as well.I am inexplicably drawn to a certain type of companion that in the name of rehabilitation shall remain nameless.
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