it has happened in the mall. i was sitting, wrestling with my hamburger, this one was really sneaky, i could not secure my grip on his neck, distracted by the huge poster of spxce girls on the wall.
there were five spxce grrls on the poster. they were standing in an erotic and somewhat antibiotic poses, in their sexy stainless steel spxce suits, subtle and fluid. like mannequins during marathon run.
then that fat guy came. came a wrong word, though. he was wheeled in
on some sort of a buggy steered by somewhat less fat guy, so that first
guy was just obese, and he started pointing his fat finger at spxce girls
and reciting their names:
air was sparkling, filled with libido, it even made lights blink. or was it from the awful smell of that obese guy? i was standing behing the column, hidden, memorizing the names, hidden from the this obsessed dump of human waste, trembling in happiness: now i know the sacred names of these goddesses, so i can go back to my little shrine... and then when my hamburger bit me.
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