..I am not.
I am not, your opportunity to inquire about how much tattoos cost, how many I have, if you may see them, and if they hurt, while on a field trip with my son.
I am not, your chance to find out how exactly all us "freaks" get our hair to be multiple colors at the same time.
I am not your friend, I am a fellow parent on a school field trip, with my 4 year old son, to the local train museum. I am there to spend time with the Fruit of My Loins, not to answer your questions about the stickers on the back of the Machine Of Evil, (which, incidentally, how do you know which car is MINE??), or debate whether or not, Emily the Strange, constitutes anime.
I am not the local attraction at the carnival, and frankly y'all, if I'm your barometer of weird, you need to get out more.
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