The sound of my jaw squeaking as I eat biscuits at midnight says "woof".
— (later) —
I was wearing my Devil outfit today. It's a red and black hoodie, one half red and one half black, the red on the left and the black on the right with white lines down the sleeves and a "bring on the night" on the front, showing up white against the black and black against the red. On the back, there's a large demonic smile with crossed out eyes.
Passengers: "gone mad."
I'm listening to 96.1MHz, a random radio station on the train I'm on. It's the only one I could find that wasn't the interview with that guy about his (probably cake) cooking and book writing.
Radio: "To the voices going around in my head..."
Yeah so as I was saying, I was wearing my Devil outfit today.
Radio: "I remember every time..."
And I'd packed my masks with me in my bag, which is metal and black and red.
The radio is talking about a treasure trove of fun things. That's my bag. EHEHEHE. I got my **** in there!
Radio: "ssssssizle whisper whisper too strong."
Radio: "Mental."
Me, in my head: AHAHAHAHAHAAA!
So I'd packed the filter masks to avoid covid. I'd packed the skull gaiters, two packs I've never opened, and I'd hung the red skull round my neck. And I'd also packed a very special mask, a favourite of mine (autocorrect: minecraft?), which is a devil mask with party lights crossing out the eyes and adding teeth (or stitches) to the mouth. I'd stuck in the batteries the day before.
Radio: "the daaaay befoore. I'm evil."
Radio: "ehe. Times you."
Radio: "oh he fancies."
Radio: "evening. Evil. He relaxed. Chocolate p*ssy."
LMAO.
Radio lady: "cheers."
Yeah so,
Radio man: "he's in love, twisted."
Radio lady: "Hecks."
Radio lady: "doing this today."
Radio guy, lowly: "he's just a monster."
Passengers: "he actually is."
Passengers: "he makes himself madder."
As I was saying,
Radio: "it's so lovey to have you along this morning for clued up. (...) curiosity centre."
Radio: (boogie music plays).
Minus the distractions. Okaaayeee.
I'd been wearing the filter mask for most of the train switches. It's a longer journey cos I was heading outside of my city. Now, on the final train...
In the middle of nowhere...
With sheep and horses...
And a random traffic cone in the bushes....
And only two radio stations that I've found so far, the cake show and the static boogie music that doesn't always come through...
I'm a mask hobbyist.
I'd put on the red skull gaiter, carefully checking in my phone's camera to ensure that it was aligned correctly over my filter mask so that it looked like the correct anatomy for skeleton jaws.
