October 09, 2005
iwas in liane at a stor taday. teh poeple inhead of me we're a famly. the checkuot lady was runin al they're stuff ovar teh scanar. but some of em kept runin off an getin moare thigns. they were movin quick to an keping pace with er. aftar a hour or so teh guy bagin it all jus wlaked off an let it pile up. the rubar belt was cary9in it al downta the end of the thign. it built up an stratad falin off. i clered my throte significently a cuople times but it didn hlep. they just loked me ovar real distentlike anfignard there weapons.
whan id bean thare for three huors i set my stuff down an left. my icecrem was meltad anyhow. i looked back an they were handig it to hte checkout lady.
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Personally, I prefer my ice-cream melted, but maybe that's just me.
eh? i donnet guet teh gramre.
and duz it haf to doo wiht teh chenkout?
v - actuly i wen't back thare today an their stil at it.
dr m - duno. just grabed one. are they're difernt kinds?
jtp - in botson we put uiccream on uor scrod like civilzed poeple. dont u?
jef - huh?
If he’s right about the “to” and I admit he‘s got me doubting, I will of course shoot myself for any embarrassment caused. Isn’t there a handy classics don you might consult in the canteen?