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Some numbnuts tried to speak to me at Trader Joe’s. I just walked in off a 2-hr, caffeine-fueled, 4,000 word binge at Borders and as I walked in they clanged that stupid fucking bell and I about jumped out of my head. And then some worker was all “YELL REALLY LOUD SOMETHING RIGHT NOW!” practically in my ear so I was putting the bob back in discombobulated and then I picked up this goat cheese and spinach quesidilla and it was all #1 ingredient enriched wheat flour and I was all “not for my $2.99, bitch” and I put it back down and this guy that was standing there as I walked away said something to me. And yeah, I was startled, so I heard this “Mumble blah blah mumble back at my house.”
Fill in the blanks for me people, and make it make sense. It’s making the only kind of sense that’s not right now, so solve it for me whilst I sleep. Ow my head. Stupid people. Here’s a clue, fellas. If you want to talk to a distracted looking chick at the grocery store and she already seems jumpy – DON’T. Fecking hell.
Observe now my wall of kicking ass:

Observe too how I am a grown up and if I want to paste a bunch of random inspirational stuff on my wall I can do that shit, do that shit.
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Anyway, I think he was talking about going home and playing hide-the-salami back at his place. What? It’s my favorite game! *ggl*
Also as I left there last night I was wondering if he was a psycho killer and I was fully prepared, in case he was hiding behind some carts or something, to bash his face with my gallon of organic milk, because that is how I roll, people.
“Mumble blah blah mumble back at my house.”
Probably translates as:
“I am a complete mentalist who shouldn’t be allowed out and there are men in white coats waiting for me back at my house.”
Before anyone says I’m too cynical, that’s not true – I’m a teacher so I get to see the little ******** at a much earlier stage of their development on the way to becoming full-fledged mentalists. I consider myself a realist, and it’s not my fault the world is full of morons.
Generally though, over here if you say “That guy is a bloody mentalist” then they’ll know what you mean. ;-)
Best story I ever heard of this though – an ex pupil of one of my colleagues was asked how her older sister was.
Student replied “She’s not well, I thing there’s a bit of an academic going around.”
Teacher: “Not around here there isn’t.”
Student: Yeah *nods in agreement*
*Legal Disclaimer* This is not necessarily true, or the view of anyone on this blog except me – good luck finding me.
*The Dim Reaper melts into the shadows*