My typical day always has something occurring of a 'wtf' nature.
Today as I'm chillin in George St Maccas, I end up sitting next to a random bag/blanket type object, which as i'm enjoying my McChicken meal, I realise the unknown object is hibernating in the corner. wtf.
Just small little things which occur each day of my life, I'm gonna start keeping a track of it all and sell it as a book one day.
Another thing, I'm walking out of Central Station and i literally get bombarded with this guy who is shoving a yoga book in my face asking me to take it.
stranger: 'you from around here?'
me: 'no i'm from ........ (city will remain anonymous)
stranger: 'i've been giving these to all the ballerinas'
me: 'uhh :|'
stranger: 'well aren't you a ballerina? you look like one"
me: 'not anymore'
stranger: 'well these are yoga books'.
righttt cause they're so alike, i did not accept the book as much as he persuaded, pretty sure he would've traded sex just so i'd take the damn book off him.
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