Nobody expects hipsters to be non-hipsters

Nobody expects hipsters to be non-hipsters by going against the grain. drunk man argued with me to no end that hipsters did things that weren’t hip, in a

slovenly manner that wove deep into the night until the topic soon became about sewer drain covers and the evils hid beneath them."Hobos steal your voice from there," the hobo said

in a moment of self-reflection. I thanked my disheveled brethen and determined to take my steam-tunnel explorations elsewhere. What mysteries lie underneath? The albino gators

the cycloptic Giga-Weiner Dog. It flooded all of downtown while marking a fire hydrant. Shop owners boarded their windows with "Giga-Cat That Way -->" signs, which led the Dog to

the only person that could ever really tell him the truth. The Giga-Cat had escaped him for the last time, and a meeting with the head of Theactrical Thrombosis would clear up

his sinus infection. You are probably thinking what I am - Why is the Giga-Cat getting a check-up at a time like this? Nonetheless, I used my time wisely, and quickly bolted out to

the MacDonalds next to the Veterinarian clinic. Just as I was about to take a bite of my quarter-pounder, Giga-Cat teleported in and stole it. Having a super-powered cat really

is annoying at times. Still hungry, I walked down the street at little further & into "Luigi's Fine Italian Restaurante." "How many?" asked the hostess. It was Giga-Cat. Dammit!

"Why are you the hostess here," I sobbed. Giga-Cat did a giga-jig-jig. "To torment you, my fingerling." Giga-Cat placed her soft fore-paws on my temples. "Bow down to me." I did.