When I walk down the street, I like to imagine how I’d introduce myself to people based on their appearance. So if I see a pretty girl walk by, I might go:
“Hellooooooooo girl wearing short shorts and a smile. Why don’t you put down that bag and go have a drink with me?”
Or:
“Hello man with a huge beard! You look like my father used to look like in those old pictures my mom gave me to show me what a bastard my dad looked like when he left me and my brother with just my mom to fend for ourselves and live out of our car and your birthday cards once a year do not a father make, Mr. Huge Beard. I hate you I hate you I hate you.”
What a fun game!
