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It’s funny how when I see these guys I know who are really tall and skinny, their bodies are such that whenever they move, I expect to hear some sort of clack-clack noise of their joints and arms and legs as if they were marionette puppets being dangled by some unseen force and they go clack-clack in and out of rooms and doorways But they don’t go clack-clack Now that I’ve figured out what noise they should be making, I have to spend my **** time trying to figure out what noise they ARE making. But I’m not really close enough to hear.
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Jun 26, 2012
Jun 26, 2012 at 9:25 PM UTC
You make noise. Click-clack.
It’s funny how when I see these guys I know who are really tall and skinny, their bodies are such that whenever they move, I expect to hear some sort of clack-clack noise of their joints and arms and legs as if they were marionette puppets being dangled by some unseen force and they go clack-clack in and out of rooms and doorways But they don’t go clack-clack Now that I’ve figured out what noise they should be making, I have to spend my **** time trying to figure out what noise they ARE making. But I’m not really close enough to hear.
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Jun 26, 2012
Jun 26, 2012 at 9:25 PM UTC
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