Let's talk about the silent fear that grips Seattle.
People in other parts of the world live in fear of droughts, disease, or genocide.
The people in my city are afraid of talking to each other.
Say hello? You must be crazy.
My shirt is nice? You ought to be commited!
Let's eat gas everyone!
SUVs and spoilers barrel through stoplights while my scooter gets decimated by vandals.
Don't be selfish, MIster Sam.
Back on topic, now.
See a pretty girl.
Choke.
Repeat.
I miss the Iranian.
People in other parts of the world live in fear of droughts, disease, or genocide.
The people in my city are afraid of talking to each other.
Say hello? You must be crazy.
My shirt is nice? You ought to be commited!
Let's eat gas everyone!
SUVs and spoilers barrel through stoplights while my scooter gets decimated by vandals.
Don't be selfish, MIster Sam.
Back on topic, now.
See a pretty girl.
Choke.
Repeat.
I miss the Iranian.
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ricerx:
When I first moved here from the south eons ago I always said "hi" to people on the streets, and they looked at me like "what do you want?". In the south it's being friendly, here it's a precursor for murder or something.
bluetrust:
I'm sorry about your scooter, man.