01.08.09
dear douchebag: you serenaded me with six dozen rounds of “pop goes the weasel” on your ukulele while i waited for the cable car tonight. during this time i was impressed neither by the red ball you wore on your nose nor the fact that you can afford a bicycle yet usurp more obviously needy street folk in your shameful scheme for attention and loose change.
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