Blasian-K
Thriller
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I’m just your average Joe. I work and like to go for walks. You'd think that wouldn’t be a problem. But if you were to walk in my shoes, you’d experience true hell!
“Oh, but, but, original poster, that’s disgusting. "I'm not gay, lol. So this shit isn't for you, so keep typing away, but I haven't got time to argue!
So I’m off from the fifth shift in a row at the plant. 14 hours x 6 days a week, nigga! Tough skin. And the meat pheromones must have been all over me. Because I run into some white brahs! Old guys, all with dogs (off leash), and their dogs just start storming me. They did a 200m dash nearing Usain Bolt's top speed towards me. And I couldn't match that! I got levelled to the ground by some fucking dogs! Luckily they weren’t pits, so I wasn’t mauled to death. But they licked me head to toe and tore up my clothes, jfl.
And these are busy trails, so of course there was a group of badass chicks walking by. I mean, bad af! They fogged this Indian-Stacy reference:
These girls fogged that! They were twins who'd looked like a ginger, Sophie Rain. @ICXCLuvr, you’d want to be there!
But the point of the story was I got embarrassed and emasculated. And those foid bitches also chuckled! You laughing at misfortune is so funny, jfl. Also, the white brahs were just like, "Oh, sorry, bud, I don't know what’s gotten into the dogs," and walked off. What’s with y'all and your dogs?
I just got home now. Walking the streets in my torn-up rags, looking like a homeless terrorist. Also, don't think the RiRamaxxing is working well for me.
Wish I never had to leave it again, but my next shift starts soon…
Also for all the DNR and tales responses. I truly wish it were tales, and I'm glad those who don't read won't have to suffer.
Tags:
@d2ascends, @Ichigoat1998,
@jozsef316@gmail
And so the story begins with me (the walker) going through a stroll in the local forest. It’s like usual, but my routine has been different. I've been RiRaMaxxing (Richard Ramirez maxxing for you non-knowers). So basic hygiene has gone out the door, no showers, brushing teeth or all the other copes.
“Oh, but, but, original poster, that’s disgusting. "I'm not gay, lol. So this shit isn't for you, so keep typing away, but I haven't got time to argue!
So I’m off from the fifth shift in a row at the plant. 14 hours x 6 days a week, nigga! Tough skin. And the meat pheromones must have been all over me. Because I run into some white brahs! Old guys, all with dogs (off leash), and their dogs just start storming me. They did a 200m dash nearing Usain Bolt's top speed towards me. And I couldn't match that! I got levelled to the ground by some fucking dogs! Luckily they weren’t pits, so I wasn’t mauled to death. But they licked me head to toe and tore up my clothes, jfl.
And these are busy trails, so of course there was a group of badass chicks walking by. I mean, bad af! They fogged this Indian-Stacy reference:
But the point of the story was I got embarrassed and emasculated. And those foid bitches also chuckled! You laughing at misfortune is so funny, jfl. Also, the white brahs were just like, "Oh, sorry, bud, I don't know what’s gotten into the dogs," and walked off. What’s with y'all and your dogs?
I just got home now. Walking the streets in my torn-up rags, looking like a homeless terrorist. Also, don't think the RiRamaxxing is working well for me.
Wish I never had to leave it again, but my next shift starts soon…
Also for all the DNR and tales responses. I truly wish it were tales, and I'm glad those who don't read won't have to suffer.
Tags:
@d2ascends, @Ichigoat1998,
@jozsef316@gmail
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