Shoulda got Amazin' Fruit!
I was working on my final term paper of my life the other day in Dbros and this fellow sits down 8 inches away from me and starts talking to his "girlfriend" on the phone. Apparently things aren't well in their relationship, as he was pleading with her to come back to him. You see, he moved to Minnesota after spending years researching which state has the best welfare policies to suit him. He needed her to come back so he could keep his good thing going. Especially since he just got out of jail. Unfortunately for him, his phone only rings some of the time, and he was in the hospital earlier that day, so he missed her call. Seems that he was enjoying a delicious, delicious gummy bear. That's, singular, by the way, and it cracked off his tooth! Shocked and consternated, but unwilling to relinquish the sugar-based delicacy, he shifted ursa zucaris to the other side of his mouth before again biting down... and again breaking a tooth. Well, this prompted the hospital visit and, understandably, the incredible dose of narcotics pumping through his arteries. I'm just so glad that I was there, 8 inches away, to share in this man's pain. Though, I'm sure everybody else in the two-story coffee shop could hear his drug-induced rant as well.
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