i was shirtless as I drove up to the library this steamy afternoon, after a run at the beach and 220 golf balls at the range. somehow I still had the foresight to dress myself accordingly before returning books. Now, i was in and out in 15 seconds. When got back to the car i took my shirt off. I'm a viking, i sweat in January, but i realize there is code of decorum we must share in order to keep up the appearance that we are not savages so i put on a shirt. i would have thought it was innate, but time and time again i am treated to just how wrong i am about our fellow Earth people, and yes sometimes i do feel like i was born on Jupiter and that my 7XL has not yet been invented. Its becoming more and more difficult to deride the rage...
i should be overjoyed that a young man of that age would even enter a library in the middle of the Summer, for whatever reason. I didn't want to put a shirt on either, its fucking hot out, but things are the way they are, and in this case, maybe its the way it should stay...
i put it simply, if Spicoli has to wear a shirt, we all do...
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No pants. That is when you know it has all gone to Hell.
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