Oh no.
You're here again.
Don't you have anything better
To do with your time than
Visit Me at My Place of Workship?
What's that? No, Crazy Stranger,
I don't want a hug. You smell
Like gasoline coated with
Gasoline.
I think I'll hide here in the backroom
Where it's quiet and dark and maybe
You will mistake me for a mop on
Steriods and confused, you will go away
Happily cackling as you hug the UPS man.
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Gasoline hugger? Interesting. Do you get hug offers often?
More than you'd believe. It's strange.
Old ladies? Old men? Teenage boys? Do you emit some "I'd be fun to hug" vibe?
Becca, he's totally got that huggable vibe going.
It sounds like it's a curse, but hopefully it's also a blessing for you, Dave. Hopefully you also get the right, non-smelly kinds of folks hugging you, too.
Intriguing. If I ever meet Mr. Huggable, maybe I'll give it a shot. Ha ha. Just kidding. I only hug by request....
I read a funny short story once about a guy on the run from everyone because everyone loved him so much and he just wanted to be left alone. I wish I'd thought of that story first.
Do you just want to be left alone?
I just want gasoline smelling crazy ladies to stay away from me.
Oh, why didn't you say so. Hmmmm.... You probably would be okay if you carried a lighter or maybe walked around with a candle, but you should have a mini fire extinquisher too. Hmmmm... on second thought, go with the broom on steriods camo.
Oddly, I was thinking of asking you to coffee tomorrow.
Mrs. Robinson!
You really should respect your elders.
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