.... I mean, it's like a group of friends are sitting in a bar enjoying a few beers after having escaped a dumpster fire. We're all reminiscing, questioning Chest's choice of hard cider over all of the craft beers and draft options, and taking turns stealing glances at Vowels' cleavage from our periphery. We think she doesn't notice, but she knows what's up.
Outside this establishment, a disheveled old man who hasn't showered for three weeks, still on fire from the dumpster and with his wrinkled, scrawnly noodle dick hanging out, is gesturing at us wildly -- seemingly angry at us for having left the dumpster fire and enjoying ourselves. He reaches into his pants and starts throwing handfuls of his own shit at the plate glass window. We struggle to see what he's going on about past the brown translucent smears his feces is leaving on the otherwise clean glass as it slowly slides down and finally plops to the sidewalk.
We're not mad at the turd-flinging crazy old man. We just feel sorry for him and maybe have a few questions about how he got to this state of mind.
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Another witty, informative, and/or retarded post by:
"You know you done fucked up when Yendor gives you raid commentary." - Tiggles
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