Friday, 24 September 2010


this one time i was in ringwood and a boy i am assuming to be about twelve years old asked me for a cigarette. this was strange because there was no evidence that i smoke unless he saw a peek of my gangrenous foot concealed within my sock and shoe. i told him that i had one left but he said that it was okay and left with a strange girl. i thought they were both going to roll me until i remembered that their combined weights were probably close to my total and i left on my merry way as they departed on their pre pubescent trip to the station

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