On a late night adventure to the all night market, I encountered a pair of fellows who were enjoying the magazines. They were speaking what seemed like a garbled and reversed language and feverishly flipping the pages of motorcycle and off roading magazines. Occasionally one would come to an image of a muddy motocross bike, or a huge four wheel drive vehicle and burst out laughing in the most uncontrollable, machine gun sound. The other would grab at the magazine, each holding one side, and join the laughter. It looked like they were going rip the magazine in two. Soon they became so hysterical that one of them slipped onto the floor, flailing his legs, gasping for breath. The other knelt beside him, showing him the image of the young man standing beside his motorcycle, covered in mud.
The man behind the counter at the market was humming sleepily to himself, as if nothing out of the ordinary were going down.
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Ha ha!! Nice.
Brings back memories of my own giddy-with-laughter-from-inside-jokes experiences with great friends. And the fact that the store clerk didn’t even notice prob. made it even funnier to the two chaps.