Work: soda, piss, soda, piss, soda, piss, soda, piss…make BLT on rye, shit, sorry TOASTED rye, calm down u fuck, I’ll toast it, JESUS. y don’t u stress out about ur fat cunt girlfriend instead. Yeah u look like a BIG MAN stressing about a sandwich. Out: to the downtown B, that pigeon’s moving mad slow, catch it, stomp its neck with my LL Bean chukkas. You: saw u right when I got on the train. U were sitting with ur girl, yall are like maybe 16, 17, 18 tops, dressed similarly, but u were so much finer, long black mad straight, tight grey jeans accentuating ur young Latina ass, with that small gap between ur upper thighs, like FINE young ethnic ladies have sumtimes. BUT THE DEALSEALER: brand new North Face SteepTech, tight, fitting u close, makin u look tall and real fuckin fit. OK, SteepTechs are a little LAST year, but I ain’t never seen one with purple on the neck and shoulders like u had. I had on a navy Helly Hanson parka , with big headphones, u see me? jesus, pleeeeeeez...
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