Uncensored sounds like I'm about to rap some lines from Biggie Smalls. Quite a joke from someone who's as pale as a saltine cracker who's shelf life has long expired. Either way, I'm about to ooze my thoughts onto this white space to let a brother know what I think of strangers here in the city of Chicago. Strangers come in all shapes sizes, just like the boogers you (don't) pick. One must pick their poison well when decided to go up to a stranger. Seems to me there is no right or wrong time, just about approach as well as setting. It's kinda like dipping your finger in honey when you catch the right stranger at the right time. I still consider frisbee the best approach. If you ain't down for some frisbee, you probably aren't that cool. But hey, I have been wrong before. Until next time, stranger.
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