sometimes when i walk around with my male friends or boyfriend or aslan, i start walking a little faster to pull ahead of them. once i'm far enough ahead, i throw quick glances over my shoulder, and clutch at my purse. and then as i pass a crowd i look behind me and say in a loud scared voice, STOP FOLLOWING ME, WHO ARE YOU!?
i've been told that one of these days a bystander would come to my rescue by tackling my prankee and beating the crap out of him or calling the cops, and i would learn my lesson. i responded that the real lesson was in the fact that no bystander ever came to my rescue, which says something about the fucked up state of people. upon further consideration though, i realize that the real real lesson in all this is the fucked up state of my mind that i would joke around about such a thing. pretty fucking terrible.
...but also pretty hilarious.
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