read my shit

Usually when a stranger tries to add me on myspace, I can tell quickly if they are spam or trying to get me to pay more to see a little “more” or trying to get me to like their music. Occasionally, I cannot tell. Here is what transpired:

Stranger: Hey, what’s up? (along with a request to add me)
Me: Do I know you?
Stranger: Nope. Read my shit.

Now, I know that some people read tarot cards or tea leaves, but I’ve never heard of anyone reading shit. Apparently this stranger has faith that I’ll be able to see into the future or assess him by reading his shit.
If this is a talent that I have, I do not want to find out.
Although, I do know some things about reading one’s shit from Dr. Oz. It should be a smooth j-shape. It shouldn’t be too dark or too light. These are evidence that a healthy amount of fiber is being consumed.
Okay. That’s it. I’ve talked myself into it. I am going to read this stranger’s shit. Maybe I do know a thing or two!

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