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Originally Posted by
adamantium
Tom how did you become a member of this twisted little click of ours?
If this is a clique it's a misclique.
I think I remember Tom coming here claiming to not be so and so when he is probably in fact so and so or maybe even the owner before so and so. Old sheboon would have had a holiday with the good uncle. I would have probably become convinced that he was micon, druff, or maybe even myself.
Today sheboon has been in vegas too long and even little dumb shit that I usually rise above is bothering me because it's a fucking chore to rise above the casino level up into the Ipanema tower. I think there are currently 2 of 10 rise above machines in service.
Also it is becoming more clear why so many people hate each other who grew up in densely populated areas. I swear to baby jesus that I'm gonna tackle the next person that suddenly changes path, meanders, or even slows down in what every non euron-word should recognize as a tight walkway. You get a two second apology window and if you fail I'm gonna accidentally trip and tackle you to the ground.
P.S. groups of people that walk three to 4 abreast slowly in tight walkways deserve 200 years in hell.
P.P.S.
Blacks walk so fucking slow. It's almost slow motion. I could stop and Betsy Ross the Confederate flag while these jiggaboos still haven't let me by.
Walking time from Ipanema to convention center
White: Seven Minutes
Chinamen: Eight Minutes (efficient but tiny baby legs)
Essays: 10 minutes (that weird essay strut is no no efficiento even with the white knee length socks poking out of basically Capri pants to cut threw the breeze)
Iranians: I wouldn't know. The putrid smell makes me either run past or turn around
Blacks: I've never clocked one but it has to be close to a half hour. It's this slow motion stevie wonder to the left and right shit mixed with loud laughter and nervous polite laughter from whatever white they trapped into conversation.