Loox at my gym today

[bignigga]

Most random shit ever I walk in, first nigga I see is just androgenic on the cable machine

Did a bit of small talk and he responded with awkward one word responses kinda autistic-like lol. Dunno if he didn't want to talk or he just didn't like me for some reason

Someone mention that nigga I forgot his user

 

[Senescence]

Did a bit of small talk and he responded with awkward one word responses kinda autistic-like lol. Dunno if he didn't want to talk or he just didn't like me for some reason

He's autistic.

 

[bignigga]

He's autistic.

Yeah I kinda suspected that after that short interaction lol, really made me feel like an NT extrovert

 

[BelgradeSlayer]

@androgenic autistic ahh
Peak song btw @bignigga

 

[SoundnVision]

Cool

 

[Gengar’s Ghost]

Should have said hi.

 

[bignigga]

Should have said hi.

I did dude what do you mean did you read the post lol

 

[Gengar’s Ghost]

I did dude what do you mean did you read the post lol

I thought you said you only saw him but didn’t say hi.

 

[optimisticzoomer]

I saw @androgenic at a grocery store in Melbourne yesterday. I told him it was cool to meet him in person, but I didn’t want to be a bother by asking for photos or anything.

He looked at me and said, “Oh, like you’re doing now?”

I was caught off guard. Huh? Before I could even respond, he kept cutting me off, going “huh? huh? huh?” while snapping his fingers in front of my face. I just walked away, continuing with my shopping, and as I did, I heard him chuckle to himself.

Later, when I went to pay, I saw him trying to walk out the doors with fifteen Milky Ways in his hands—without paying.

The cashier, staying completely professional, called out, “Sir, you need to pay for those first.”

At first, he ignored her, acting tired like he hadn’t heard. But eventually, he sighed, turned around, and placed them on the counter.

As she started scanning one of the bars multiple times, he suddenly stopped her.

“Scan them each individually,” he said. “To prevent any electrical infetterence.”

Then, he turned around and winked at me.

I don’t even think infetterence is a real word.

As the cashier scanned each one separately and told him the total, he kept interrupting her by yawning—loudly.