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I sometimes wonder what the worst thing
someone has done, who I’ve randomly been in close proximity to is. I walk past strangers all the time, at least
one of them must have been a fucking nutter. I mean, I must have walked past a murderer at some
point but have I walked past a murderer who then went home and shagged a dog?
It's not impossible is it? What about a murderer who shagged a dog and then
worshipped a statue of Mel Gibson that they'd made out
of shit? I have walked past a lot of people and so I don't think we can rule it
out. It's one of the many reasons that I tend to assault people who attempt to
shake my hand. To me a stranger is basically a cat locked in a box with a can
of poisonous gas that may or may not go off. They exist in a hypothetical state
where they could either be Earth dwelling angels of kindness or even turd-obsessed whore killers who believe that Cliff
Richard wants them to burn things. I'm more of a ‘glass-is-half-empty’ kind of chap and so if a human is being presented to me as a
blank canvas then I'll assume that they're all animal rapists, child killers
and Michael Bay fans until I'm proven wrong. If I don't know you then I think
you're scum and I'd like you to leave me the fuck alone. In many ways, I think that this is one of the biggest reasons
that I love the 1997 family movie, Men In Black.