“I thought it was funny…
For a moment…”
“I thought it was funny…
For a moment…”
“You’re not losing your housing!”
“I’ve begun telling them: ‘You’re in no position to negotiate.'”
“Maybe I’m not disabled…
Maybe I’m just physically fu**ed up.”
Italics
“When you try to plug the car charger into your wallet.”
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(Title of multiple meanings)
“And my pla-card!”
“A group of newbie college guys were in a local outlet store talkin’ smack while cursing to socially one-up each other, and getting lewd about indiscreet descriptions of women and bodily functions, such as defecation.
Just boys ‘feeling their oats’ and being rowdy – but it was getting toxic.
So I sidled up to near them and posed the question: ‘Why are you doin’ it out here in public?’
One lippy-mouthed and cocky ring leader leaned back upon his elbows on top of a piece of displayed furniture and began proudly jawin’ about his rights to free speech as an American Citizen – comin’ out with sass-embedded line after line and actin’ like he was a ‘playa who owned the joint.’
So I replied inquisitively, ‘Then why don’t you take it to a bar?’ – which seemed more reasonable if you aren’t going to care who hears you or take accountability for your behavior while being brash.
He then expanded his litany and included how he was too young yet to get into a bar – as if this further justified his unrepentant behavior while he was looking forward to this future conquest.
But then, seein’ as how he clearly had no proper place to emit such rude and uncaring vocalizations, I simply suggested, “Then maybe you should ‘cap’ it?’ – as I then smoothly sauntered away to the resultant outburst bantering wake of his companions”
“Move my stuff into storage.”
The desire to receive help, yet knowing that it might not be forthcoming.
Bean juice!
“Whoa…
Hey…
No…”
—
(Lol – after getting redirected into something very much non-congruent)
“I’m pro-duc-tiv-ly Ec-STA-tic!”
“On the job!”
—
(Reference to show, “Bob The Builder”)
“You gotta be Craaa-Zzyy to sur-vive!”
“We Are Stay-Ing!”
“I reached for my scrinchy-waisted shorts, having just found them again from underneath the pile of clothing just in time for immediate donning.
As I drew them up over my legs, the thought preempted, “Maybe they won’t fit, anymore?”
But then – ta-da! – they still did!
And then – ta-da! – their button flew off!
Luckily, I could still temporarily use the tie strings to keep them on for the needed moments.”
“I spoke too soon…
Lol.
Maybe it’s that I’m also building some next stage tolerance endurance.
The damage has been so extensive on micro levels that reconnection has taken awhile!”
(Title script command from old video game)
“I kept laughing and laughing and laughing…”
“A message asked about preferences in how I like to express and share love.
I think of Charlotte’s Web and sing in reply, ‘Smorgous-board, orgous-board…'”
“A love message says, ‘Let me mend your broken heart…’
How about, help me find a nice house that I can afford…”
“Look out from behind!”
—
(Original Star Wars movie reference)