Proof that I'm an Asshole
There were three adorable tween girls sitting outside the grocery store selling lemonade, and as I approached, then sang me a synchronized rap about their product.
I did not purchase any lemonade from then.
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EDIT: Typo fixed, for those of you too snobbish to like a misspelled post. I know you’re out there, you sonsabitches.
