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Hi all,
Weekend kicking ass, rocking the Casbah, and my pants. w00t w00t JuGGaLo!
Cassi's going well, she's the shit. Take a big whiff, I have a feeling this one will be around for a while. Liking it more and more the more time I spend with her. I'm tattooing a cross on her arm for her next weekend. She's a Christian Manson fan. HaHaHa. It's funny, when I mention a line of Manson's like:
"I raped the Virgin Mary and hung the bastard Christ."
She freaks out. She's guilty for listening to him. I'll beat it out of her :P
Well, I'm heading down a southern trail
I'm going chicken huntin'
Chopping redneck chicken necks I ain't saying nothing
To the hillbilly stuck my barrel in his eye
There was a guy at work, Bob, and he's about 50, and he was talking about when the 'Fish Club' went on a camp. And he was saying that there was a noisy air matress, and then said that Deb and Keith (a married couple who work there) were using it.
I said "Umm...I really didn't want to imagine Deb and Keith having sex..."
"Why not?"
"They're old, and ugly."
"So when you're thirty you're supposed to stop?"
"No, just stop telling people about it. Nobody wants to hear that shit."
Luke was pissing himself laughing (Luke's kick ass, he's the guy I scored weed off that night when Pete drove us to his house) when Bob said to me:
"I wasn't going into detail fuckwit. It was all I said."
"Yeah, no need to get fuckin' crabby about it."
"You got a lot of chips on your shoulder boy, and they need to come off."
"So people tell me, but it's those with chips on their shoulders that have shaped the way you live today. Hitler had a chip about Jews, Einstein had a chip about not knowing everything, Mother Teresa had a chip about poverty, and I have a chip about crumpy old cunts who have nothing better to do than sit around at lunch time discussing fish and whining about the youth, the elderly, the management, the job, their headache.
And it's not like you don't have any chips on your own shoulders, you fuckin' homophobe. Don't fuckin' start on me again Bob."
"Yeah, well..."
"Yeah well nothing."
Shazam!
He didn't come outside with us smokers during second break.
Luckily he's only a shitkicker like me. Luke has respect for me, I don't take shit from anybody. There's a woman there named Karen, and nobody likes her, but she thinks they do, she walks around always being cheery (you know the kind) and telling bullshit stories about all the good things in her life. Nobody says anything about how annoying she is or tries to fight her fucking smile.
Anyway, I always give her shit, she gives it back, and I'm never malicious, but she sees me as a challenge.
Can her blind happiness possibly match up to my snide cynicism?
The general concensus is no, but she likes to think the planet is happy like she is.
w00t w00t!
~David
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