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Last week, saw this guy on X braggin’ ‘bout his “body count.” Fifty-two! Fifty-two! Like he’s notch-carvin’ his bedpost in 1870s Missouri. “You don’t know me, Bob,” Jesse’d say to that clown. Made me mad—dude’s out here collectin’ STDs like baseball cards. But then, okay, I laughed. Couldn’t help it. Imagined him sittin’ there, pants down, typin’ “wanna smash?” to randos. What a jackass. Humor in the stupidity, I guess.

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But then, outta nowhere, it starts pouring rain. I’m talking like, “Where did this come from?!” I dash for cover under a bus stop. I’m soaked, and my hair’s a mess. I look like a drowned rat. But hey, at least I’m not alone. There’s this old lady next to me, and she’s cracking jokes about the weather. I’m dying laughing.

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