[w00k]

When I was 15, I worked at a grocery store named Sunset Foods for about a month before I got fed up, ripped my name tag off, and walked out the door. Anyways, there was this kid who had Tourrette's that worked there as a bag packer, and his tick was to keep blurting out "titty f*ck" at the top of his lungs.

Things would be running normal with the groceries flowing, customers passing through and such, then out of nowhere you'd just hear a loud, "titty f*ck, titty f*ck, titty f*ck, titty f*ck!" over and over again and nobody could do a damned thing about it because he legitimately had this condition. It was too f'n funny. We used to make him smoke bowls with us on break.