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My name is Steve and I own a small store. I started it and have had it for 24 years.
So anyhow....yesterday this 'mom' was walking with her kid and stopped in front of my shop and proclaimed:
"This is your Uncle Ryan's store, he's had it for a long, long time."
I hope she gets the Bad Cancer.
It's a gas, gas, gas!
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9 comments:
LIAR!
I love those good cancers!
As for your wishes: Were I you, I would a) be delighted that my store was considered an aspirational location, something a nephew could clearly be impressed by and b) not own a television set.
-- Lamont "Not Letting It Go" Cranston
If I were you, I would've gone to the door and calmly told her, "Yes, this was Uncle Ryan's store...right up until the point that I made him disappear. Saaaay, do you folks want to see the basement?"
Bet they would've moved along double-quick.
To me, the really odd thing is that the kid, upon hearing this was Uncle Ryan's business, didn't want to go in, say hi to his Uncle and hit him up for a bunch of free stuff.
Not only is the mom a 'tard, but apparently the kid is too.
To sum up: She was wearing Crocs.
To sum up: You have The Alzheimers. Your name is not Steve. It is Uncle Ryan.
To sum up: Man, Uncle Ryan is cranky. Again.
"Saaaay, do you folks want to see the basement?"
Have you actually seen the basement in the new location? If so you'd know how hilarious that was.
"upon hearing this was Uncle Ryan's business, didn't want to go in, say hi to his Uncle and hit him up for a bunch of free stuff.
Not only is the mom a 'tard, but apparently the kid is too."
Perhaps Uncle Ryan has the "bad touch" and the kid was smarter than you think.
Bacon Ace:
Nope, haven't seen the new basement...Fun Children's Playland or Silence of the Lambs?
Let's just say that I'm pretty sure at least 1 snuff film has been recorded there. Everyone that's been in it got a creepy vibe.
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