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People who use their cell phone head sets to talk when both their hands are empty: YOU ARE ******** MORONS. You look like you're talking to yourselves. Carrying on a conversation, waving your empty hands around like you're signing something to a deaf person. Even worse are the people who DO have the phone in one hand, but are still talking into the head set. I wish all of you and your kin get hit by a bus.
Women wearing flip-flops and business suits: You have no idea how much I enjoy watching you trip over raised bits of concrete, stub your toes, and/or lose your stupid flip-flops in the middle of the street and watch helplessly as yellow cab after yellow cab runs it over. Flip-flops are for the beach. YOU are in the middle of the goddamned city. Use some common sense. Also included in this category are women who wear stiletto heels and still walk over subway grates, just to act surprised when they get a heel stuck. And yes, sometimes I am pushing you into them. Ha, ha.
Men wearing open-toed shoes: At the very least, some women have nice-looking feet. You do not. There is no reason in the world you should be wearing open-toed shoes or sandals. You are not Jesus. Get over it.
To the self-worshipping assholes: You know who you are. Standing around in your expensive business suits, talking about the value of your stocks and bonds and your second or third homes, wasting oxygen with your mindless water-cooler chit-chat while making sure everyone in hearing range knows you exist with your fake office guffaw. Yes you, the same people who pass right by the homeless guys at the Epicostal church and look at your watches, pretending you don't see them, pretending not to hear when they ask you for help, a penny, or something to eat. I hope you lose all of your stupid stocks and bonds. I hope your bank account goes straight to hell and you'll be working for minimum wage the rest of your lives, trying to scrape out a living in a run-down Bed-Stuy apartment with three room mates and your nagging wife and whining kids. I hope you die poor, homeless, and miserable. Then, you'll understand how goddamned stupid you were for telling that homeless guy to "get a job." Like he's got an impressive resume or a business suit in his shopping cart just in case an opportunity comes up. You self-righteous bastards will burn in hell for this.
To my uncle: You have one last goddamned day to get your a** to work. I'm tired of having to do all of your work for you while you sit at home and relax, or, worse yet, while you come to my house and play cards while I'm off at this consulate or that consulate, doing what you're SUPPOSED to be doing. If you're out again, I swear to God I will go straight to Larry and tell him your back isn't injured at all and you're just being a d**k.
All right, I'm done.
 Bleeding Apocalypse · Wed Aug 31, 2005 @ 11:31pm · 0 Comments |
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