I once tried to tell a man
he budged in front of me in line,
"Excuse me sir, but-"
He punched me in the face,
leaving me with a black eye.
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"When I write, I feel like an armless, legless man with a crayon in his mouth." -Kurt Vonnegut
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2 comments:
srsly?
No, I have never been punched in the face.
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