I was at the laundromat last night, reading a book (yes and doing my laundry you idiot), when I sensed a presence nearby. I looked up to find a young boy, about three years old and cute as all get out, standing directly in front of me and STARING.
I thought this was funny. I laughed and said "Hello! How are you?".
He said "Fine. Can I have some money?".
I laughed again and said "No, but you can have my foot in your ass!" and kicked him right into a bucket of dryer lint.
That would've been some funny shit.
Really, I just laughed and said no and his mom told him not to ask people for money.
Why does life have to be so dull?
And why can't I ever get my point across without using italics?