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So, we stopped on the way home from a fun evening at C&Ds to get DuWayne's ciggrets at this little Asian place. As all the money is in my bank account, I was required to come inside. So I wandered around a bit taking in the intresting nick-nacks and such, like a 7-year-old box of cheese nips. Anyway, as I was wondering down an isle, I was confronted with a display of "Barely Legal" and other such magizines, as well as a wide varity of video cassets. I barely paused a moment, but the Asian lady behind the counter obviously took this for intrest and came around the counter asking "What are you looking for" I professed no intrest and asked for my ciggrets, as DuWyane had wondered off to have a giggle at my expence. All of this time, the lady is still trying to sell me porn, and her husband (I assume)) is giving me a look of the sort that says he wouldn't mind taking me out back and makeing some videos of his own. Of course, while she was aparently very willing to sell me Porn, she still carded me for the cigs. Saying all the time that I didn't look that old.....I'm not sure if I should laugh or not, but DuWayne hasn't stopped giggling yet. Current Mood: *Facepalm*
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So, Wal-Mart is, Creapily enough, Selling an Anmatronic Elivis torso. It's creapy as hell. Aparently it sings, DuWayne screwed with it a little but couldn't make it work. I just think it's freaky as hell and can't imagine even a true on Elvis fan wanting to own the thing, it looks like someone took a saw and cut him off at the shoulders. *Shudder* That's right, Ladies and gents, I have a thing aginst disemdoied talking heads. If you can use it, I'm very proud of you. Papers suck. Too much writting making Catrina's head implode. Bank screwed up my Car-Payment, AGAIN. I have to go talk with them tomorrow and see if I can't fix it....BOA is quickly losing my respect. Does anyone else listen to music while working on papers? I've found that it's hard for me to maker my brain work in silence. I have to have music playing in the background or something. Typically music. Stuff I've heard before and I can zone. Ah well, dead week coming up, though the English department doesn't observe it. I have a paper due every day this week and a final on Thursday. My dick of a Poetry teacher thinks it's a grand idea cause he wants to get out of town early. Asshole. I should get back to writting papers, but I needed a break. I. Will. Not. Kill. Anyone. In. Poetry. Class. This entry has not been spellchecked or gramer checked in difance of MLA format. Blame them Current Mood: restless
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