Just knocked on the door of my neighbour’s house, asked the kid to turn it down.
And he told me, "Why don't you go sip your prune juice in peace, wrinkly? Polka's too intense for your delicate senses!"
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Chris Trottier (atomicpoet@calckey.social)'s status on Thursday, 25-May-2023 10:38:45 JSTChris Trottier