theshadchansays: Yeah, totally! When I go to upper class resturuants every night, I honestly don’t care what the guy next to me thinks about the way I eat. As a matter of fact, I’ll b’davka slurp noodles so that the next guy will move a table away. The more space for me, the better, y’know waht I mean? Sometimes I just need my Daled Amos, and if I can get it by drinking coke with a straw through my nose
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