...across 33rd street, shiteyes
dear mta, thanks for taking the urine smell out of my exit. for a change i did NOT throw up in my mouth a little.
to the lady in starbucks who ordered the vente triple skim no foam gumma se gam with an extra shot of some crap. do you actually think that you need to order something that verbose. shut the hell up! besides, i know that they rerun sex in the city on tuesday and wednesday nights on tbs and all but could you just dial down the kim cattrall routine a bit? men in media only found her sexy because she was the only one having sex on the show not because that look was actually working. could you be more pretensious? i know it's been done to death how people in this country can't just drink coffee but, why can't people just drink coffee. it works for old europe and don't all new yorkers want to be like them. otherwise we wouldn't order calamari as "gadda mahd" and say crap like "quassaunt". oh and could it kill you to hold the door? my hands are full.
tall guy, do you really need to stop in the middle of traffic? you're a big guy and now you're in the way. pause...pause...pause...and go. plan your route shiteyes, i did. go drink coffee now. coffee with milk and two sugars....jerk
quick addendum: 9:09AM to the jackass who gave me my coffee this morning. as much as i "love" a quarter inch of grinds at the bottom of the cup....i don't. just because the shit is free because it bought a pound doesn't mean that you need to pour me a cup of shit. mother of twelve bastards, i hope that you mother 12 bastards in your time. and i hope they all break your heart. jerk.