Quixotic, quixotic, put your hands all over my body
Why is it when you suddenly have a coughing fit that someone insists on asking you, "Are you alright?" when you’re just trying to get enough oxygen to breathe and clearly can’t engage in conversation. When I turn beet red and start knocking things over in an effort to reach the nearest person, then you’ll know I’m not alright.
I once spent the night over at a friend’s house in fifth grade, and the next morning we were having breakfast with his dad. He did something to piss his dad off, and the dad said, "Christopher, you’ve got a wild hair up your ass this morning, and I suggest you pull it out." I started laughing through my cereal and tried to pull it off as a coughing fit, but it was literally one of the funniest fucking things I’d ever heard. And still is to this day.
Ccccelos!
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