I went to the parade yesterday. The parade itself was a shit show of borderline suck/awesomeness. We got stuck next to a pack of 13 year old boys with dirt lips and zit chins. I told them "Handle your fucking shit!" Here is part of their conversation:
Douche 1: "ked stop kickin my legs"
Douche 2: It wasn't me!
Douche 1: Yar it was ked your right fuckin behind me
Douche 2: Why you trying to be a tough guy?
Douche 1: I'm not ked I just wanna know who the fuck is kickin my legs.
Fight. Douche 1 dissapears.
Douche 2: Ked did you see that! I fucking nailed him ked. LET"S GO BOBBY!!! LET"S GO BOBBY
The rest went the same only douche 3 and 4 came in. Douche 2 and 3 knocked 4 to the ground. I felt dirty after seeing it all. I picked douche 4 up off the ground. This is all in lady work clothes.
The best part of yesterday and my life is when we were walking back to work and there were a bunch of cops that went by so we waited. Two minutes later all of the duck boats drove by 3 feet in front of me. I was so excited that i just screamed YEEEEEEEEAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHH. Everyone waived. Coco Crisp looked right at us! It was awesome.
Wednesday, October 31, 2007
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Awesome picture! What the hell ever happened to your livejournal wine blog?
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