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Right before I fell asleep late last broad daylight "night", I was seething with irk again over teens peeing in, or otherwise desecrating the condiments-by-weight table at the supermarkets. No more DIY portions of roasted peppers, olives, artichoke hearts, what-have-you because obnoxious little feral pig boys.
So, this dusk "morning", first thing I see, maybe an hour ago, is Dale talking about Chinese feral pig boys peeing in a commercial hot pot.
This is happening to me fifty times a week lately. Anywhere between seconds before and hours before. Am I about to bodily ascend, or just quietly leave my meatsuit, or what?
pipe up any time....
