Pushy!
I was dancing alone to rock and roll last night at Brownwood Square when a man in a straw hat emerged from the SHADOW. As he entered the space right in front of me, I felt the slosh of his beer on my new shoes. As I recoiled, he mouthed around the huge, rancid BLUNT he was chewing, "Y'all from around here?"
Frowning, I gave a SPEEDY rebuff, "You could say that if I'm a local that would make you a YOKEL."
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