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Saturday, March 24, 2012
Crybaby Sammies and their Good for Nothing Units.
Sharon Wauchob 2012
On a less ethereal note, allow me to educate, perhaps even warn you as to the dangers of having an absolute whimsical time within a structure upholding exquisite acoustics.......with "children" in it.
Warm weather equates to being outside as much as possible, more specifically, being on a bike is happy at it's zenith for me; so I have been doing as such. My usual route is to ride to the end of Asbury, puppies in tow via basket, let them fuck around at the dog beach and then head home. One of these days Matt accompanied me and we had a great time. If you know me even a little, you know I possess the bladder or a veteran that has lost their faculties due to some brave act, where as I have NO excuse or explanation for such frequent pissings; hence I pee ALOT. On one of these handicap stops, Matt watches the pups and my bike while I pee in Convention Hall. Now when I started to head towards the can, a double wide containing ugly, pudding like spawn began to just straight up scream. I saw no Mother in sight, Matt would tell me later that she was folding shit on a table near by ignoring the whole fiasco, or perhaps just allowing the Xanax to really take effect; but I did see a gumba, I love sports kind of douche of a Dad manning the stroller, which by the way these kids were way too big for.
I waited a bit in line, relieved and came out to theses fucktards STILL screaming their balls off, the Dad sort of trying to calm this shit down and looking around every 5 seconds like a crack head waiting. To my astonishment, the belt never came off, even this prick's own embarrassment was not enough to pull his pants up and regulate. Now this was made worse by the acoustics in Convention Hall, holy fuck, it was near apocalyptic, did I mention they were hideous to boot?
Moral? Do not allow illegitimate North Jersey fuckwads to upset your day due to the lack of "child" discipline; simply ride away from it ringing your bell, giving looks of disgust and talking massive amounts of shit about said family and thank your lucky stars that isn't your lot.
FUCK THIS.
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