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This post is a bad idea.
I attract these people.
I have about a million stories but I'll keep it short w/ whatever comes to mind first.
Ok, freshman yr. in high school there was this kid named Dennis who wore velcro shoes and was always very quiet (we went to a Catholic grade school so we'd been together since kindergarten.) We had our first big dance like the first weekend of fresh. year and we all showed up looking cute and excited to dance w/ new people.
All the boys are asking girls and of course, Dennis comes and asks me to dance w/ chocolate all over his face. (Keep in mind, we're 14, not 3.)
I'm like, yeah, no thanks, I'm going to go to the bathroom. I turn to walk away and all of a sudden get pushed to the ground. Later I found out that when Dennis gets mad he puts his fingers on top of his head like horns, paws the ground with his foot and charges like a bull. I got charged about 4 times that night and went home bleeding.
Apparently I have a target tattoed on the back of my neck or something, I don't know, I just show up in these people's radar.....
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