One: Waiting for permission to leave after paying for something with exact change.
Two: Invade the land north of the 49th in North America without asking, then proceed to moan and complain about immigration for the next 400 (and counting) years afterwards.
On the home front, meanwhile, The Tutor has lovingly installed this fancy mercantile mechanism on my side of the bed. What a cunt!
Fuck the homeless is all I can say.
Innit?
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