In Junior High I used to go over to this one friend's house after school to hang out. I'll call her Kelly. Kelly, who happened to be a Rolling Stones fan and a Scorpio, belted out "Scorpi-oh!" with such verve and conviction into her hairbrush one afternoon that I immediately regretted killing her buzz by telling her that it was actually "Start Me Up." She was kind of a hothead with some pretty abrupt mood swings. I seem to remember that she called me a liar and kicked me out of her house. Mood swing people are selfish. Oh, and crazy. She also used to call Nike sneakers "Nykes," but I guess we all did back then, before they changed the world. She had Nykes before I did, but hers were discount from Marshall's and were tan nylon with a dark brown swoosh, like poo and poop color. So I wasn't too envious. Just a little bit envious. Everyone knows that the classic was the blue with yellow swoosh, anyway. I'll wait for those, thank you very much. I'll put a hold on cool for awhile and make sure I get it right instead of shooting my load too soon with the poo and poop shoes. Swoosh.
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