Yesterday while working I picked up a scent that was so familiar and distinct that I felt the urge to stop whatever I was doing, whoever I was helping to, identify it to confirm my senses. If I had been wrong my universe would crumble- down would no longer be down up would cease to be up. The unmistakeable scent was a New York accent- and the tone was bitching. The phrase I caught wind of while walking by was:
"Awall day I bust my bwalls- Jeeeeesus and fo what?"
Turns out they WERE from New York (this Bloodhound is never wrong) and more specifically Long Giland and on a micro level Oceanside and to top it off with a little creepiness they went to Oceanside Highschool. Wow.
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