A man walks into a bar. Something about him looks a little racist. You can't really put yr finger on it. He's laughing something loud and you want his box of raisins. See, but the thing is, that you hate raisins, their breads, bagels and slaws. But his manaical chatter makes you want them so bad. You decide to he doesn't deserve those raisins, only peanuts. Your shirt gets caught on a sharp screw which makes you consider slamming yr hand right through it. As you begin to psyche yrself out for some serious hand pain, you begin to laugh and laugh and laugh and laugh. Because Sherin is there and she's pouring the little red box into the man's mouth. At first, only this makes you laugh. It's a funny picture. Though it's not until you come into her range that you can hear her chanting in a deep voice, "i wanna go potty in yr mouth, i said I wanna go potty in yr mouth."
I had just spoken to her in the first time in months, so i guess she was on my mind.
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