You ever go to like a restaurant, or ball game, or someplace out in public like that...and there was a drooling fucking retard seated near you?
Sure you have.
And you know how you always kind of end up looking over that way...even though you know it's wrong, and you feel nothing but sympathy for that poor soul?
You just plain KNOW it's wrong, but you HAVE to look, anyway? Kind of like a bloody wreck on the freeway...you don't really want to see the gore, but you rubberneck anyway?
Cicero wrote:Dins is fixated, isn't he?
Well, there you go.
Sis, you're a fucking drooling retard who was badly disfigured in a rush-hour wreck.