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I know of a guy who, for some strange reason, insists on pulling up songs from Barney the Dinosaur or the Wiggles on his smartphone and singing along in an incredibly loud, obnoxious voice in public for everyone else to hear.
I still don't understand why no one has pulled him aside and asked him to stop.
I know of a guy who, for some strange reason, insists on pulling up songs from Barney the Dinosaur or the Wiggles on his smartphone and singing along in an incredibly loud, obnoxious voice in public for everyone else to hear.
I still don't understand why no one has pulled him aside and asked him to stop.
When I think about it, an autistic troon I know, had his SRS trip suitcase full of plushies (Blåhaj, ofc and some more)
and was talking about them and telling stories to the Thai amhole facility nurses, as if they actually cared what an another walking, or more like, slowly shuffling around purse has to say.
Tbh some quite normal people I know, carry some travel mascots with them, but it's usually a small one hanging on their backpack, like an Ikea rat or Pat (or Mat, I can't tell those two apart) and only take photos with them sometimes, but no conversations.
Well, all I know is that they collect those things either because it's their current obsession or they're more emotionally attached to it than they are with other people. It's kind of funny in a cruel way.
Would you feel like dealing with a potential case of tard rage or would you just ignore it and hope that he doesn't starts talking to you about his favorite songs?
I used to know the son of a prominent American Congressman who introduced some of the worst legislation ever passed. The kid, then 20ish, could almost pass for normal if you only spent a minute or two around him. But he spoke WAY too loudly and was convinced he was a platypus. He’d refer to himself as “Platy” and relate anecdotes of stuff that had happened to him as third-person stories about “Platy.” This was over 20 years ago and I wasn’t aware of furries at that time, but now I wonder if he’s still into that shit.
His parents were pretty old when he was born so he was probably a genetic freak. IIRC his alcoholic mother drank herself to death.
He’d refer to himself as “Platy” and relate anecdotes of stuff that had happened to him as third-person stories about “Platy.” This was over 20 years ago and I wasn’t aware of furries at that time, but now I wonder if he’s still into that shit.
I wonder if there are insect flurries? (Bumblebees and butterflies don't count, those are kid book staples so furries love them)
Fish furries? Worm furries? The ones I've seen are overwhelmingly cute fuzzy mammals, it might be funny to infiltrate a furry party as something gross like a dung beetle or a slime mould.
Was behind a car that had this on the trunk
Honda Civic with tinted windows and that bumper guard hanging from the back... couldn't get a good look at the driver
I was filling up my car with gas and decided to get a monster. On the way there a homeless dude that looks like skinny Pete from breaking bad complimented my shirt. I decided to return the kindness by getting him a monster as well. He thanked me. He as soon as I was about to get in the car “ayo you wanna hear something funny bro”
Sure
“You ever hear of a thing called IMVU? It’s mobile now”
“Yeah I played that in highschool”
“So check this out, I got a kid in there”
“Oh that’s nice you’re spending time with your kid in the game”
“Nah he ain’t real like in the game he’s my kid, I got talkin to my ex wife”
“In the game?”
“Yeah I’ve had 5 ex wives since November bro. I get around”
“No doubt”
“So she was trying to fool around on me with this dude thinks he’s all tough. I say he ain’t all that. Look up his IP he’s 20 miles away from here. I go see him. He looked NOTHIN like his avatar bro.”
“*forced laughter*”
“Yo dawg I’m tellin my girl that- yo look…they call me “the wolf” you think I don’t know some type of instincuallity that be goin on?”
“Very funny indeed I hope you have a good day.”
It was crazy meeting someone being on the other end. The people that obsess over second life or whatever…that’s this guy. A skinny homeless wigger outside a gas station.
I don't think fetty zombies count as autismo, but had a mildly funny encounter at the Skytrain station the other morning. I was sitting on a bench and trying to phone my pickup when a fent-head comes up to me, like RIGHT up to me, looming over while I'm sitting with a phone to my ear. I finally look at him and say 'what do you want?' only to realize his eyes were closed and he's slowly looming closer and closer. He had nodded out on his feet waiting to talk to me.
I had to literally scoot sideways out of the way before I could stand up, otherwise I would have head-butted him standing he was so close. I walked away and looked back about 30 seconds later. His head was just about to kiss the bench and he STILL hadn't woken up.
That's how those fentanyl-heads develop that always stooped over posture. It's from literal years of nodding out standing like that and leaning over, their skin and bones just tighten that way.
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