Now imagine your local supermarket. Now imagine (bear with me) the fat-fucking-mouthbreather pushing a trolley towards you.
“Why?”, I hear you ask.
“Why not!”, someone once told me.
Anyway, Imagine even further, the big belly of the man, swinging like a big sleepy pig in a hammock.
Now picture the man’s trolley, the front gently swaying left and right, left and right. Mimicking exactly the harmonious motion of his burger-filled gut. Not in a straight line. Left and right, left and right.
Now try dodging it. Only this time in reality. In real life. Dodge the vacant Wednesday-afternoon-mind-mong. You can’t!. You can’t!. You cunt!