Wednesday, July 26, 2006

Three People Who Suck


1. The Neighbor Three Doors Down
I was walking my dog Zoey yesterday morning and saw a worse-for-the-wear pregnant lady up the street walking out of her house. In typical doggie-fashion, Zoey decided to take a giant dump in the middle of the said lady's front yard. When my dog finished her business, I walked by the lady's car and said hello to her. Instead of saying hello back, she replied in an unnecessarily confrontational tone, "You picked that up, right?" I suppose that simply looking at the bags I was holding weren't enough of a clue. I held up the bag of dung as if raising a champagne glass for a toast and smiled. "Cheers, you fat fucking hag."

2. The Guy at Marble Slab
Miranda and I walked into Marble Slab with a coupon for a buy-one-get-one-free ice cream cone. Miranda wanted a healthy cup of non-fat frozen yogurt instead of a chocolate and butterfinger-covered cone with the most calorie-laden ice cream inside it (which I ordered). So I presented the coupon and asked the guy if I could use the deal even though we were getting different things. He angrily muttered, "I don't know what the deal is. I don't know what you're talking about." Miranda replied, "Read the coupon!" Oh my God! My friend is a fucking genius! We'll be holding the Austin Chapter mensa holiday party at her house from now on, since she has all my Christmas stuff.

3. The Nasty Bitch Who Left the Mess in the Third Stall
It's called a courtesy flush, asshole. There's no law that says you can only flush once. If you still see brown, flush it down. You're using a public bathroom with industrial-strength toilets, so be polite and take advantage of your power to suck hard literally instead of figuratively.



Comments:
Courtesy flush, how about flushing. The other day I needed to take care of some business and walked into stall number 1, shit, moved to stall 2, shit, stall 3, un-fucking-believable, shit. How is it in a building full of "professionals" we manage to have three stalls with shit in them. And not like little dookie leftovers. Like seat cover and full blown anal assult type shit, IN ALL THREE!!!! So being the dick that I am I left it there and went to the other bathroom.

Seriously, that guy was a assclown. I'm stickin' with Amy's from now on. At least, I expect them to be surly and/or weird.

Umm... not that I'm admitting anything, but that neighbor might have something along the lines of "just cause". You see, as I was dogsitting Zoey I probably wasn't the most conscientious of pooper-scoopers. If I saw a trash can nearby, yeah sure I'd pick it up and ditch it, but like hell I was gonna carry it 14 blocks all warm and soggy.

Plus you gave me free reign of the ample liquor collection, so it might not have always been the dog going on her lawn, I can't be sure.

-Anonymous

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