Oh! Oh! Viagra is mentioned and Cape pops by to say hello.
Go ahead. Call it a half a roll of dimes. Alice calls it a better night than usual.
You're hardly one to be talking about snoring there, Little Miss Asplundh.
Ok Fatso. Sorry. My bad.
Toughen up, Buttercup
Wait. Wait.
SHE'S "buttercup", and I"m "Fatso"? Heck.
Apparently, you really DO like her better than me.
I don't like anyone.
Especially Cape.
And retarded little sh!ts who think they have some sort of divine right to make the entire civilized world stop in its tracks so that THEY can cross the street.
Hey kid, you want some rights on the road? Get your old man to pay excise taxes on your f'ing Air Jordans.
Till then, stay outta my f'ing way. You've been warned.
Hey you kids, get off my lawn!
Ok. Fine. I like Yooper.
She's got a great rack.
Don't forget about the squirrels.
I'm gonna have to agree with Paulie tho. The street I exit out from on the way to work is very narrow. There's one of those bus stops every 30' at the intersection and instead of mommy walking the 30' from their house to the bus stop, she needs to pull the SUV/boat out and drive it the 30' to park it right at the intersection blocking half the road. I guess she needs the comfort of heated seats in order to txt and squak as she sits and waits for the bus to come.
Meanwhile they're blocking the exit onto the busy street and the other parents returning from dropping their kids off come screaming around the corner without looking as you try to pass the parked SUV onto the street.
It's even worse if the rug rats are outside of the car. They'll start darting back and forth from one side of the street to the suv. Meanwhile, mom is waving hello to me while I'm giving the hairy eyeball and murmuring expletives as an on coming car is about to crash into me.
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