a little more than halfway through this morning’s ~6m sloggy sprint through the rain, i came upon this old fat bearded guy walking with a cane. that isn’t the funny part. in fact, that isn’t funny at all. the funny part is that the old fat bearded guy was wearing a sky-blue dirndl (like the st pauli girl, without the beer and with the tits). and the funnier part is that he saw me staring at him and screamed, “DON’T YOU DARE FUCKING LAUGH AT ME!”, which is when i lost my shit and laughed in his face.

i kinda felt like a jock asshole bully, but fuck it. dude was wearing a dirndl in the rain and screaming at me for doing nothing. what the shit was i supposed to do?

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