You're waiting in line for nachos & a Dew at the Seven-11. A ‘dude’ in a tiny crop top sweater is in front of you. ‘Dude’ tops off his 64oz. BladderBuster. 'Dude' turns to you and asks, “Want to see my panties.”
Knowing that by paying my state taxes I will put food in these guys mouths*, makes me feel like a better person. Identities have been manipulated to protect the innocent.
* yes, that’s a cookie and yes, I realize it’s not technically in his mouth.