Soon, I found myself suggesting to a lady that she:
"Go easy on the Tourette's"
When I looked at her closely I realised that she was wearing astonishingly bad clothes. Some class of fluorescent shell suit with lizards and quite possibly butterflies all over it. She also had a very strange face and her mouth was surrounded by spittle and egg. In short, she was quite clearly not right in the heid. So I felt a bit guilty.
On the other hand she had called me a "fucking cnut" for merely cycling on the pavement.
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