Double Dip, Anus Face

That may have been what I did. I double dipped without thinking. Sorry but was it a big deal? I guess some are germ freaks but you are not especially when we’ve shared beers before. Which by the way, you are the anus face for telling me to buy you a beer while I was double dipping, but I said fuck you because you never ever bought me a beer. I got tired of it. I don’t recall how long after the double dipping incident that I realized that on that same day, you were molesting those chips, picking one up, touching another, looking for the perfect one, but seeing you never ate any, you were trying to teach me some lesson, I guess. I could have been wrong. Either way after that day, I never saw you again and that’s because you are fucking sick in the head. Like the time you swerved into some kids because they were a little on the road with no sidewalk. Like the time you premeditate coming to my house with your laundry to do. You sick fucker.