Just because you're paranoid ...
... does not mean they are not out to get ya.
Exactly.
Slowly I have the feeling you want to make fun of me. Or drive me mad.
Just a few weeks ago I had lunch with a friend in a restaurant. We want to go in straight, and as a bunch of old fart meets - led by a 1:1 copy of WMM (Well Manicured Man). I was completely unable to move me, and only managed to regain control of my motor skills to gain, but when he asked me to please go through to get out of the way he and his comrades were aiming to syndicate.
As if that was not enough I was sitting on Thursday compared to pouring my way to an original autistic ROLAND. DAMN!
And now the upper Hammer: After I got over my Lachkranpf in ALDI (The cashier had a name tag with infected SCHROEDER) met me at the butcher's almost a stroke. Working there, most recently, DONNIE plasters.
I decided only necessity, to go to the door, because out there waiting for me ... the conspirators, psychopaths and mutant ...
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