Where Anything Goes twitter/trashbaggage

Leave me alone.

If , I’m someone you think you recognize and never met. Don’t assume, I’m the friendly muhfucka you can small talk too. I’m not the muhfucka in line waiting patiently with groceries on the conveyor belt, rolling up to the cashier to pay for my items. And you feel some kind inclination you need to say something stupid or something I don’t give a fuck about, and you wanting to hold a friendly conversation. I don’t have time for that shit. Especially talking to a total stranger, I might not like you just on GP. Fuck you and your small talk. I only want to pay for my shit and be gone… Because more than likely, you are not talking about shit I’m interested listening to.



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