We met some friends at the Yuppie Chuy’s on 183 last night. Wednesday night, 8:00, it’s packed. It’s all those dipsticks from the Far West area and Cedar Park flooding in through 183. The Far West people have every right to because they’re Austin residents, but the fucks from Cedar Park? Fuck Cedar Park!
If you want to live all the way out there, get your own damn Chuy’s. If you’re too lame to do that, eat at one of the bazillion craptastic strip-mall mega-chain restaurants that you purposely chose to live by for their convenience and sprawlitude. Don’t “drive into town” and invade my Chuy’s because you’re too big of a wuss to live near cool stuff and pay higher property taxes. Thanks to a bunch of dickwiches who want to pay less for a bigger house, we have a giant toll road system being implemented so all these wasteful fucks can drive their fat asses to places all over town–places like Yuppie Chuy’s, on Wednesday nights, at 8:00.
Fuck Cedar Park! And everyone in it!
Except Malcolm and Julianna, who I think live there. And Fabiola and Luis, who definitely live there. If they want to become part of the solution instead of part of the problem, they should come take the two extra bedrooms at our house and be bohemian with us. That’s right, a whole bunch of bohemian tech-people, living in one house that is pretty close to everything.
That’s Austin, not Cedar Park. Fuck Cedar Park!