I don't think I will ever be able to remember anything else about this piece after reading the following sentence: "He unleashes a cheek-rippling shit." I am mentally visiting one of those nuclear bomb test sites (apt metaphor, if I do say so) where the guys cheeks are flapping back at Mach 3.
Having said that the private eye sleuthing of random strangers is pretty wonderful for reasons I can't quite put my finger on. And the Teavana guy. Him, too. :-)
Have they ever seen Napoleon Dynamite? Did they like it? -Yes & Yes
It was me... the cheek-rippler.
Once, when returning from out of country (to answer another question) my friend and I were in stalls side by side and unleashed in our most epic battle-of-the-craps to date.
I don't think I will ever be able to remember anything else about this piece after reading the following sentence: "He unleashes a cheek-rippling shit." I am mentally visiting one of those nuclear bomb test sites (apt metaphor, if I do say so) where the guys cheeks are flapping back at Mach 3.
Having said that the private eye sleuthing of random strangers is pretty wonderful for reasons I can't quite put my finger on. And the Teavana guy. Him, too. :-)
Thanks Adam. It was an Oppenheimer situation for sure.
Check out the accompanying [retro] if you’re curious as to the story behind this story.
Have they ever seen Napoleon Dynamite? Did they like it? -Yes & Yes
It was me... the cheek-rippler.
Once, when returning from out of country (to answer another question) my friend and I were in stalls side by side and unleashed in our most epic battle-of-the-craps to date.
I liked the contemplative-introspective ending.
Thanks for another chuckler.
Thanks for reading CM. The idea of battling cheek-ripplers has me dying.
been working on a piece about the mall as well but still putting it together. Love the wandering and people watching 🙃
Thanks for reading Everett. Malls are ripe for
romanticism in this day and age.