big slob. no common sense, no common courtesy, no common anything. just big slobbyness. He slobs through his walk. he slobs through he words. he Slobs in his sleep. Slob 1 knows a slob. slob 2. 2 slobs lobbing slop to the hogs. we hate slopping slobs.
"hello there, Its dark out." the slob speaks.
"hi." I stare.
"i'm not always this candid." he slobbed.
"ok." I blink.
"can I walk you home?" continued slobbing.
"yes." I flute.
Side by side we slobbed towards streetlamps and fences. a familiar door stood before us, serene, clean, inviting.
"see you tomorrow then?" slob said.
"yeah." I smiled.
big slob. looks good in a white t-shirt and old jeans. you win.
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