Moments ago, there was a knock on the door. A very enthusiastic knock. I open the door and there's some random dude at the door who asks, "Has a chick in pink spandex come by your house?" Um...what? I told him no and he proceeded to tell me that he needed to get 20,000 points to get kicked out of the country for two weeks to Australia. Again, what? If I helped him out, I'd get a "bug off" sticker so the chick in pink spandex wouldn't be coming around.
I might have indulged in his little spiel a little longer if I wasn't the only one in the living room and wasn't fearful for what this weirdo was really up to. But seriously, what? Who does that? I don't get it.
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