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Oh god of funny people thou hast blessed thine servant kimithy.
Week of characters upon character, tiniest cutest lil lady, leering, nose presed to my window...irrationally close to my face...came in asking in a thick german accent "vat sort place iz dis?" so i casually explain..much to her chagrin..and we chat at length of what the world in coomin to mit de zex und shocolad on channel 55!at da day time!! and how de yung girlz de gitz der peryud at 10 ..10! de growin to vast dese days. tum tings de should be a mystery ja? i agreed thouroughly that the world is one degenerate place, all the while smiling happily for her voice is reminisant of my owa oma's (great grandmas) but a little more fragile and higher classed sounding..not as bruskly german. but so it goes, she told me at length how sad that a nice girl like me (no doubt her meaning a nice GERMAN girl) should find herself assosiated mit dis stoof. Then comes stinky handshake man....twice..in one week..well he comes in with a blood spot on his nose..ok didnt notice it was bloody..i pick zits and have the same all the time..forgiven ..asks if we have movies..ok..i give yes-we-have movies-but-you-gotta-pay-$40-deposit speil..he flips out..amid the reaking stank of a rotting brewery comming from his fetid gums. ok he asks my name...grabs my hand and books it...screaming abou it to all passers by...fine ok...however he returns the next day...(blood spot still withstanding..though i bit more groomed looking...just how i don't know)says..i';ve never been in here before..do you have movies....(now here i wasnt sure what to say..repeat said spiel? or laugh and say your drunk!)...i choose to politely tell him "actually you have, you were here yesterday" .."oh," he says "i must have been drunk then...so do you have movies" i explain it again..same reaction..same hand shaking sleezyness...as he leaves roaring...a gentlemen comes in and tells me how drunkly he smells.i smile and nod and go on with my day...
Week of characters upon character, tiniest cutest lil lady, leering, nose presed to my window...irrationally close to my face...came in asking in a thick german accent "vat sort place iz dis?" so i casually explain..much to her chagrin..and we chat at length of what the world in coomin to mit de zex und shocolad on channel 55!at da day time!! and how de yung girlz de gitz der peryud at 10 ..10! de growin to vast dese days. tum tings de should be a mystery ja? i agreed thouroughly that the world is one degenerate place, all the while smiling happily for her voice is reminisant of my owa oma's (great grandmas) but a little more fragile and higher classed sounding..not as bruskly german. but so it goes, she told me at length how sad that a nice girl like me (no doubt her meaning a nice GERMAN girl) should find herself assosiated mit dis stoof. Then comes stinky handshake man....twice..in one week..well he comes in with a blood spot on his nose..ok didnt notice it was bloody..i pick zits and have the same all the time..forgiven ..asks if we have movies..ok..i give yes-we-have movies-but-you-gotta-pay-$40-deposit speil..he flips out..amid the reaking stank of a rotting brewery comming from his fetid gums. ok he asks my name...grabs my hand and books it...screaming abou it to all passers by...fine ok...however he returns the next day...(blood spot still withstanding..though i bit more groomed looking...just how i don't know)says..i';ve never been in here before..do you have movies....(now here i wasnt sure what to say..repeat said spiel? or laugh and say your drunk!)...i choose to politely tell him "actually you have, you were here yesterday" .."oh," he says "i must have been drunk then...so do you have movies" i explain it again..same reaction..same hand shaking sleezyness...as he leaves roaring...a gentlemen comes in and tells me how drunkly he smells.i smile and nod and go on with my day...