Sometimes I feel like thats mitch's hand forcing sin on me after he's turned me into an olympic level chipmunk. He is curious as to how a stoned, olympic level chipmunk will fare against a middle aged, grown human wearing socks with his sandals. One of those chalky, hairless legged men who gets too drunk at high school graduation parties. I feel these thoughts in mitch's head when he is riding next to me on the highway.
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