Quoth a young man driving his ute down my local street to myself and
e_dan who were ambling back from my local store armed with dairy products. He then pulled over and started rambling incoherently about how we were beautiful, and women, or maybe men and after some more words that made no sense he eventually came to a halt and drove off. We continued to smile amiably. Oh the healing powers of dairy!
I think he maybe thought we were guys and for some reason wanted to scream abuse at us and then realised I was a girl and that maybe his entire impulse was pretty off anyway then just sort of verbally lost the plot in a surprisingly amusing fashion.
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I think he maybe thought we were guys and for some reason wanted to scream abuse at us and then realised I was a girl and that maybe his entire impulse was pretty off anyway then just sort of verbally lost the plot in a surprisingly amusing fashion.
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Mum once took off the tip of a finger whilst cutting onions, but never located the relevant bit. She declined to mention this until after dinner. Matricannibalism?
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Ouchie on the finger front, I've sliced open, but never chopped off.
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Men who are confused are a little better than men who are just angry.
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His babbling was strangely endearing...
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Magical kisses, and now magical disappearing flesh!
Obviously you = made of magic.
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existential bogan angst
Yeah, as near as I can tell he had an existential crisis, which went something like:
His inner monologue: Hmm, 2 people walking, undefended, while you're driving in your cool ute - abuse them, quick!
Him: (to us) Fuck you!
His other inner monologue: You know, now that we've slowed down and are looking at them we feel a strange human connection with them - I feel a little bad about that
Him: (to us) Um...
His first inner monologue: They're both chilled out guys, you should try to bond with them in a manly way to apologise (without apologising) for your outburst, and try to make it look like it was supposed to be funny
Him: (to us) Hey guys I...you...
His second inner monologue: Actually, they're not both guys, one's a girl...at least I think she's a girl...and the second one's got a colourful scarf on his head, he might be a girl too...no, I think he's a boy - quick, say something and cover your confusion!
Him: (to us) I was just thinking that it was great to see such lovely guys...um, girls...um, if you're guys...
First inner monologue: Oh, smooth, smart guy. Right, we need to establish some legitimate reason which makes us look good again for speaking to them
Him: (to us) I was just thinking you guys looked really happy and I thought I want some of that
[I kid you not, that's what he said - Dan]
Black Samvara: (to him, kindly) Are you alright
Him: (without consulting with the inner monologues) Um
Me: (to him) See ya, mate
Black Samvara and I turn and walk off, and she says "What was that about?" "Oh", I respond, "I think he just had an existential crisis..."
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The first cut I did was impressive, I could feel the sides of the blade when it was in my finger :-)
It has nearly finished healing.
And, ha, people amuse me greatly.