I get uncomfortable with too many...
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I get uncomfortable with too many...
Every so often I'm forced to leave my house to buy groceries. I hate it. This week I have to go Christmas shopping. I get uncomfortable with too many people around and I always get weird stares when I'm in public, so lately I've been covering my face with anything I can get my hands on just to try and make myself blend in. The other day, I decided to use a paper bag. It was all I could find laying around my house and it fit perfectly, so I couldn't resist. It looked a bit strange at first, so I drew a little smiley face on it and hoped nobody would know the difference. I was absolutely sure it would work.
Unfortunately, as I was browsing the condiments in the local supermarket, a man must've seen through my disguise. He wouldn't stop laughing at my face no matter what I said. He had a fat, misshapen head, and he looked like a ****ing ninja turtle. Watching his cheeks quiver as he chuckled drove me to violence. Without thinking, I grabbed a glass bottle of hot sauce from the nearby shelf and smashed it over his forehead. He instantly curled up into a ball on the floor, crying like a baby. His face was torn to shreds. It was impossible to tell the difference between the hot sauce and his gushing wounds. But he finally stopped pointing and laughing at my face, so I left him on the ground and finished my grocery shopping in peace.
Unfortunately, as I was browsing the condiments in the local supermarket, a man must've seen through my disguise. He wouldn't stop laughing at my face no matter what I said. He had a fat, misshapen head, and he looked like a ****ing ninja turtle. Watching his cheeks quiver as he chuckled drove me to violence. Without thinking, I grabbed a glass bottle of hot sauce from the nearby shelf and smashed it over his forehead. He instantly curled up into a ball on the floor, crying like a baby. His face was torn to shreds. It was impossible to tell the difference between the hot sauce and his gushing wounds. But he finally stopped pointing and laughing at my face, so I left him on the ground and finished my grocery shopping in peace.
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Re: I get uncomfortable with too many...
Originally Posted by NICK HILL
Every so often I'm forced to leave my house to buy groceries. I hate it. This week I have to go Christmas shopping. I get uncomfortable with too many people around and I always get weird stares when I'm in public, so lately I've been covering my face with anything I can get my hands on just to try and make myself blend in. The other day, I decided to use a paper bag. It was all I could find laying around my house and it fit perfectly, so I couldn't resist. It looked a bit strange at first, so I drew a little smiley face on it and hoped nobody would know the difference. I was absolutely sure it would work.
Unfortunately, as I was browsing the condiments in the local supermarket, a man must've seen through my disguise. He wouldn't stop laughing at my face no matter what I said. He had a fat, misshapen head, and he looked like a ****ing ninja turtle. Watching his cheeks quiver as he chuckled drove me to violence. Without thinking, I grabbed a glass bottle of hot sauce from the nearby shelf and smashed it over his forehead. He instantly curled up into a ball on the floor, crying like a baby. His face was torn to shreds. It was impossible to tell the difference between the hot sauce and his gushing wounds. But he finally stopped pointing and laughing at my face, so I left him on the ground and finished my grocery shopping in peace.
Unfortunately, as I was browsing the condiments in the local supermarket, a man must've seen through my disguise. He wouldn't stop laughing at my face no matter what I said. He had a fat, misshapen head, and he looked like a ****ing ninja turtle. Watching his cheeks quiver as he chuckled drove me to violence. Without thinking, I grabbed a glass bottle of hot sauce from the nearby shelf and smashed it over his forehead. He instantly curled up into a ball on the floor, crying like a baby. His face was torn to shreds. It was impossible to tell the difference between the hot sauce and his gushing wounds. But he finally stopped pointing and laughing at my face, so I left him on the ground and finished my grocery shopping in peace.
I have a simular thing I just don't use the bag....
I freakin' hate shopping for anything, Christmas shopping is the worst! Way too many people, and they are rude as hell. Just don't hurt anyone too bad. 
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Re: I get uncomfortable with too many...
Nick is just that you are so darn cute that guys feel the need to stare at you when you are in public.... j/k
Maybe they have seen you in one of the movies or on the internet and they want you to hang out with them or something... who knows..
Next time that happens just ask them and see what they say.. cant hurt.
Maybe they have seen you in one of the movies or on the internet and they want you to hang out with them or something... who knows..
Next time that happens just ask them and see what they say.. cant hurt.
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From: Flint Town, MI
Re: I get uncomfortable with too many...
Originally Posted by NICK HILL
Every so often I'm forced to leave my house to buy groceries. I hate it. This week I have to go Christmas shopping. I get uncomfortable with too many people around and I always get weird stares when I'm in public, so lately I've been covering my face with anything I can get my hands on just to try and make myself blend in. The other day, I decided to use a paper bag. It was all I could find laying around my house and it fit perfectly, so I couldn't resist. It looked a bit strange at first, so I drew a little smiley face on it and hoped nobody would know the difference. I was absolutely sure it would work.
Unfortunately, as I was browsing the condiments in the local supermarket, a man must've seen through my disguise. He wouldn't stop laughing at my face no matter what I said. He had a fat, misshapen head, and he looked like a ****ing ninja turtle. Watching his cheeks quiver as he chuckled drove me to violence. Without thinking, I grabbed a glass bottle of hot sauce from the nearby shelf and smashed it over his forehead. He instantly curled up into a ball on the floor, crying like a baby. His face was torn to shreds. It was impossible to tell the difference between the hot sauce and his gushing wounds. But he finally stopped pointing and laughing at my face, so I left him on the ground and finished my grocery shopping in peace.
Unfortunately, as I was browsing the condiments in the local supermarket, a man must've seen through my disguise. He wouldn't stop laughing at my face no matter what I said. He had a fat, misshapen head, and he looked like a ****ing ninja turtle. Watching his cheeks quiver as he chuckled drove me to violence. Without thinking, I grabbed a glass bottle of hot sauce from the nearby shelf and smashed it over his forehead. He instantly curled up into a ball on the floor, crying like a baby. His face was torn to shreds. It was impossible to tell the difference between the hot sauce and his gushing wounds. But he finally stopped pointing and laughing at my face, so I left him on the ground and finished my grocery shopping in peace.
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