| Comment | i was waiting at a bus stop on sinclair st to go home, and this bloke straight out of a peter howson painting saunters past with half his face caked in blood. i’m wondering “wtf is going on” and this middle aged to elderly woman very casually describes an ugly fight he was in with his friend and how he started hollering after him once his friend was walking away. this was not long before i heard someone screaming at the top of their lungs incoherently in a toilet at college.
2010 was a funny year … |
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