I was sitting on a porch with my family on a recent Saturday morning.
It was my first day in New York City, and we were all about to head to a family picnic.
My husband had just arrived home from his last day as an astronaut, and he was in a celebratory mood.
The picnic was to be his last.
As we walked past a gourmand-friendly restaurant, he told me to stop for a second and look around.
He was right, as I was surprised to find myself in a crowded space, with dozens of people standing around a bar, a table, and a large picnic table.
The gourmands were here, and they were trying to get a bite to eat, as they did every time I got here.
They were wearing all black, with their beards growing longer, their hair styled, and their faces obscured by a mask.
I was struck by how often they were not wearing masks.
When I looked over at them, I noticed a few of them had their face masks on.
They looked like they were ready to be confronted by an angry mob.
“You need to get your masks off,” my husband said, pointing to the crowd of people.
I could tell he was not exaggerating.
I turned my back to them and walked away.
After all, I am a vegetarian, and I would never do something so disrespectful.
So I walked away, but the gourhiers continued to taunt me.
The next day, I was walking through the same neighborhood, but this time I was wearing a black hat.
They did not bother me, as my mask was still on.
When they saw me, they began to taunt.
They began to shout “Get off my lawn!”
I could not understand what they were saying.
The conversation was just getting started.
I quickly stopped, realizing they were still on me, but they were yelling at me and making jokes.
I just stood there and listened.
“Get your mask off!” they said.
“No, no, no!”
I tried to ignore them, but then one of them pulled a mask over his mouth and he began to laugh loudly.
“Shut up, you pig!” he said.
The laughing continued.
“What are you doing, you fucking pig?!”
“Do you even know what a mask is?” the ghoulish man shouted.
“I am a mask wearer,” he said, before he got to his feet and started to walk away.
“That is how you handle a mask!” he yelled, before walking back toward the group of gourmers.
I saw him, but I did not respond.
I decided to take my mask off and walk away as quickly as I could.
But the gouglers followed me, and soon the mask had fallen off my face.
“Oh no!” my husband exclaimed.
I tried looking for him, and as I turned around I saw that the mask was off again.
It had come off my forehead, and my face was covered in a mask of some sort.
I walked over to him and asked him why he had not taken his mask off.
He looked at me with a blank expression.
I told him that I did.
I did so, and when I asked him to explain, he explained that he had been told that I had the mask on and was a mask holder.
“How come you do not have your mask on?”
I asked, looking at him in disbelief.
“Because I have a mask,” he replied.
I looked at him with disbelief.
He had told me he was a ghouler.
I then asked him if he was wearing masks at this picnic.
“NO, NO, NO!” he exclaimed.
“My friends are wearing masks!”
I thought this was a funny story, but suddenly I heard a voice in my head saying “Get it off!”
“Get that off!”
I screamed, and this time he did.
My friends had taken off their masks and were standing around, laughing and laughing and still laughing.
The mask fell off my head.
It still hung off of my face, and all of the gong-like sounds they were making made me realize that I was being assaulted by the gout.
“They just don’t understand that a mask does not give you a sense of security, it only gives you an excuse to insult people,” my friend said, as she began to weep.
“There’s no way I can be a good person if I can’t protect myself from them,” she said.
One of the other gourhers had a similar experience.
She was wearing her mask on when she walked into the park.
As she walked by a group of people, she noticed the goukettes standing around.
She asked the gouchai (the gourmer) what they had been doing, and the gouda-gouker replied, “We’re just playing.”
“But we’re playing with the