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When I was driving back from Walmart just now, a car with "672" license plate got in front of me and I think I had a pop on the left side upper shaft site at the moment I noticed the numbers.
Pretty sure I got a sensation there just now writing about it.
I just saw a commercial about deck stain that said something like, "They won't be able to stab your dick tomorrow." This is really nightmarish in that I keep getting stabbed, but also in that there are any number of people on the street who can just turn my brain off and put their hands in my pants with impunity, and the other people around are just like "whatever" about it.
The whole point of pic related movie was to encourage me to quit my job at Exide. I feel pretty good about already having quit by the time it came out. Incidentally, when I quit Exide is blood spattered Wojak gave way to crying Wojak. Blood spattered Wojak was rough. Anyways, this hypnosis thing is a big problem for me. If it's not the men in black ray turning my brain off, then it's this tea cup, more or less.