I was about to go grab some food from the vending machine because I’m too lazy to walk outside and up or down the hill for food, but I heard the voice of a man I do not intentionally encounter. He gives me the “I am an equal opportunity molester” vibe.
I’m hungry, but not that hungry.
Is your vending machine in a clean, well-lighted place?
I’m off to buy a Three Musketeers bar since they don’t sell Dipsy Doodles.
Dan – No, it’s in a basement, a dark basement next to a lab that is currently closed for the summer. No people around. Creeeeeeeeeeepy.
Ohhhhh, I want a Dipsy Doodle!!! Where’s Georgie?!
Ohohohohoohohohohoh!
Dan, if they have the special edition mint Three Musketeers GET IT. Soooooo goooood! You won’t regret it.
what in the heck is a Dipsie Doodle.
don’tcha all eat tomatoes over there in FRANCE?
Crys-anthemum, “Dispy Doodle” is French for tomato!
You know, sometimes it can be fun to be molested…
Except when it’s not.
I work with a guy who often sings when he encounters anyone in his path. He hasn’t molested me, but that’s almost as bad.
I know a few people like that. Occasionally I find one of them in “the database.”