Recently I was with my mother at the shoe store, and she was at the register for around fifteen minutes, and a smörgåsbord of thoughts rushed me during my little boredom trip.
Spoilered for the little children
So what kind of thoughts does the escapist get when they're bored?
Spoilered for the little children
my favorite thought was putting a sketcher on my dong and run around turkey-slappin' people