I didn't realize that Movie Madness was your own personal domain and that I wasn't allowed to stand and talk to a friend that I haven't seen in a long time. Your "subtle" thrusting into my shoulder was akin to being in highschool when the dumbfuck jocks were trying to make up for the lack of girth in their pants. Except you with your white hair and old yuppie vest are well past your teenage years. Maybe you feel that your small stature was threatened by my ability to see over your head. I am so sorry I dared to block you in your rush to grab the last Mr. Popper's Penguins dvd. Maybe you should try and say excuse me next time. Maybe you should just fuck off.
Aggro at the Video Store
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