Yes, I was walking in the street. I have cramps, I need Advil. The Period Fairy does not deliver Advil along with bloating, cramping and a wicked craving for salt covered chocolate.
Look, I assume, since you were driving, that you have eyes and, since you saw me, and fucking beeped at me to get out of your way, we were existing in the same reality. So you can see that half the sidewalks are covered in a thick layer of ice. I'm not risking a broken anything to save you a few minutes travel time, asshole.
Seriously, go fuck yourself, impatient driver. I'm walking, you're nice and warm in your car. Jerk.
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