Friday, July 31, 2009

Die, Kid.

In particular, you with whom I’ve had the misfortune of having an encounter in the rest room of Robinson’s Place. I don’t know what you were thinking, or if you were thinking at all, or if you really have no control of your faculties, but did you really have to pee on my foot? You were peeing in a urinal, I was peeing in the urinal beside yours. I was doing an excellent job shooting my pee, but what did you do? You saw I was wearing tsinelas, aimed your wiener at my foot, and bathed my foot in warm, fetid urine. Yours. So maybe yours was the type that sort of leaned to the left, but the more I think about it the more I think you did it on purpose, a very nefarious one at that. Drag you kid, drag you to hell. And I don’t think it’s far out, remember in the excellent Sam Raimi movie Drag Me To Hell the first person dragged to hell was a kid who just stole something. See, he just stole something and he got dragged to hell, so tremble, kid, tremble.

1 comment:

Lalaloo said...

Eeeeeeeeeeeeewwwwwww!!!!!!!!