Dark Soldier wrote:I'm skanking to happy hardcore mate, my knees can thank me tomorrow.
trippy wrote:You're walking along, actually you're technically strutting. It's a beautiful day and your eye is drawn to all of the beautiful people, their lovely hair, pretty faces, clean clothes, gorgeous teeth. Perfect skin and skimpy clothes. It's okay though, you're one of them, they notice you, too. As you strut past a shop. Awkwardly, there's someone inside the shop, walking at the same pace as you. Strutting at the same pace as you. Who the fuck does this loser think they are though? Terrible posture, big stomach, ugly skin, an uneven smile revealing yellowing teeth. Bad hair in a worse haircut. Familiar clothes, though... same shoes as me, same shirt... oh, that's a mirrored window. That's me. When did that happen?
krs wrote:I left the croquet hoops set up all year, even playing over Christmas. Summer, therefore, no longer has anything to offer me.
I imagine the snow is a hindrance? Although the little settling of snow on the hoops is probably adorable.I left the croquet hoops set up all year, even playing over Christmas. Summer, therefore, no longer has anything to offer me.
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