You don’t want to be around when the substitution occurs

I’m at St Louis Bread Co. @ 7th Street & Russell.  Lisa substitute got her pretty damn quickly.  She wouldn’t even talk to me at the counter when I wanted to order my soup.  I was going to tell her I liked her boots.  Um, yeah.  I must be ugly.  She was white, nose ring on left nostril.  She had glasses.  She was my height and had a completely bigger skeletal frame and bigger breasts and hips.  I’m a small hourglass figure.  She was a lump of fat.  Ugh.  I hate those homicidal maniacs.  Well, that’s the word on the street.  Lisa substitutes are homicidal maniacs.  I wouldn’t know as I am the genuine deal.  I’m Lisa.

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