To the gentleman who sat at the table next to us at Knob Creek today, wearing bib overalls, smoking a pipe full of wonderful smelling tobacco, and shooting four, count them, four suppressed guns, including a fully automatic suppressed MAC-10: you are the coolest guy I met today.
To the gentleman who was driving the brand spanking new Porsche in front of me this afternoon: Nice car. Maybe someday you'll learn to drive it.
To the lady in the 1980's vintage Ford Escort, complete with rusted through body panels and a hood the wrong color: I am awed by your skill in keeping that piece of crap on the road and passing the douchebag in the Porsche.
And Today's Winner:
To the young lady who was squeezing zits in the make-up mirror at Target: Jesus, Mary, Joseph and the Camel! Seriously? You were cratering your face using a public mirror in a crowded department store? Really?
To the gentleman who was driving the brand spanking new Porsche in front of me this afternoon: Nice car. Maybe someday you'll learn to drive it.
To the lady in the 1980's vintage Ford Escort, complete with rusted through body panels and a hood the wrong color: I am awed by your skill in keeping that piece of crap on the road and passing the douchebag in the Porsche.
And Today's Winner:
To the young lady who was squeezing zits in the make-up mirror at Target: Jesus, Mary, Joseph and the Camel! Seriously? You were cratering your face using a public mirror in a crowded department store? Really?
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