|Emily AC: Multi-Talented Comedian||
I keep odd hours. I always have. My head goes through all kinds of information and doesn't stop just 'cuz I'm tired.
I went in the garage to smoke... but opened the door as a courtesy to the guy that owns the place. I don't think he likes the smell of smoke or weed... but he allows me to smoke in the garage to avoid noise and bother (yes, bother).
Of course... I'm enjoying the stillness of a cool night and darkened purple shade of the sky looked good to me, too!
...and then I saw a man sssslllloooowwwwllllyyyy riding his bicycle. By his body language I could deduce that he was a violent rapist! The moment I thought that he saw me, crossed the street, jumped off his bike and started going toward me begging for a cigarette...
I coul also tell he was autistic based upon the odd gesturing with his hands and odd intonation speech pattern.
He was also... FUCKING HUGE! He looked like a steroid thug from saint's row! He was black... even though autism is not nearly as common in black people... it's still possible! Happens all the time!
Wait a minute... Emily... are you saying that all rapists/murderers are autistic? Yes... yes, I am. Why the fuck else would they think they were so special when the world clearly shows them they're not? Normal people that gets faces know that the world won't be doing them any favors... fucking rapists and murderers think they get special treatment.
So... anyway... this MASSIVE RAPIST is coming, quickly, toward me... so I flicked my cigarette at him and said, "You can have shorts..." and I closed the garage. I half expected the guy to run under it!
...and I'm just like... holy shit... They really ARE everywhere!
so I've been eating kfc for two days... because I want to be fat, again. I can save the world fat!
Why do I have to tell people not to RAPE me? It seems assumed...