Monday, March 17, 2008

...on cud

ok, it's like this. i've made it abundantly clear that the bastard doesn't enjoy watching you eat on the train so i won't belabor the point.


maybe he will belabor the point. it was like a surprise gross out this morning when this character sat down across from me with his cup of....something. i think it's coffee.

but it wasn't. instead it was a cup of nice sludgey steel cut oats.

thanks pal, watching you cram that sludge into your pie hole really made my day. thanks.



i appreciate your disgusting albeit efficient use of your time. the fact that you look like you are spooning spackle onto your beard is neither here nor there.

—the bastard

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