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It has been about an hour now. That careless ***** who talks whenever she knows she shouldn't and never has any useful presence, has been dancing her foot around a pretzel she dropped earlier when she was chewing at a volume that could be heard across the Grand Canyon. (I picked the Grand Canyon because she chews like a mule.) She hasn't even noticed she dropped her food. She was too busy texting and playing with her hair. I just want to see her foot stomp on that pretzel. I know if she does, she wont even know she did. She is too stuck up to realize that she is dropping food that someone else could eat. I could eat it! She didn't even ask me if I wanted a pretzel before she unknowingly dropped one on the ground. I wouldn't be angry if she just gave me a pretzel.
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Nov 8, 2013
Nov 8, 2013 at 1:31 PM UTC
Pretzel Girl
It has been about an hour now. That careless ***** who talks whenever she knows she shouldn't and never has any useful presence, has been dancing her foot around a pretzel she dropped earlier when she was chewing at a volume that could be heard across the Grand Canyon. (I picked the Grand Canyon because she chews like a mule.) She hasn't even noticed she dropped her food. She was too busy texting and playing with her hair. I just want to see her foot stomp on that pretzel. I know if she does, she wont even know she did. She is too stuck up to realize that she is dropping food that someone else could eat. I could eat it! She didn't even ask me if I wanted a pretzel before she unknowingly dropped one on the ground. I wouldn't be angry if she just gave me a pretzel.
mthew
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Nov 8, 2013
Nov 8, 2013 at 1:31 PM UTC
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