...and what rough beast, its hour come round at last, slouches towards bethlehem to steal your lunch money? that's me jerks!
Tuesday, October 06, 2009
...and so it begins again
you know,
the bastard never wanted to be the smoking nazi.
but,
when john q. teva sandals and his Acapulco shirt decides to sidle his smoking touristy ass next to mine I gotta move.
you see, the bastard is trying to make his quality of life better by avoiding assholes.
smokers
loud people in stores.
the like.
you see I'm the type of guy who's gonna use his meanness and a new baby to make you feel bad for your asinine behavior.
but I'm gonna seethe first.
and I don't want to.
so I'm avoiding you.
try to avoid me.
love always,
—the bastard
Labels:
jackassery,
jerks,
the city,
the smell gets around you,
the streets
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