Things that have been occupying my thoughts recently:
Wrestlemania X8 is not far away. I beleive the countdown is down to just seven weeks. Hicktown: I hear it calling me, electrifying me with every match… how can I say no to something designed so well to draw me in? Ya, I can’t.
There are also Team Canada bobblehead dolls. They’re too expensive to buy, but I sure as heck will try to score some for free!
And I’m trying to see how much money I can win (or lose) betting on the superbowl. I’m no big spender, it’ll probably just be ten bucks.
I also really enjoy my new socks.
People need to really get out of their stuffy rooms once in a while. I have a four-day trip to Boston, Mass. tomorrow, and a lot of my friends know I’m going. I’ve been requested to pick up the following to bring back for people:
-a bottle of Atlantic ocean water
-two orders of the Fisherman’s Feast from the Union Oyster House (aka the largest plate of oil you’ll ever see, even if you were to pour a gallon of oil onto a plate yourself)
-a lobster
-a crab
I mean sure, I’ll do my best to pick up all those things (except for the Fisherman’s Feast, because it’s kinda nasty to lug around), it’s just kinda funny that Boston isn’t known for much besides a lot of water and some stuff in that water.
And the countdown to Wrestlemania “X8″ is down to just 8 weeks. It’s the Sunday after my birthday, so I’ll be in a good mood when it comes around.
I’ll take this minute to tell you to watch Office Space. It’s a movie from 1999, and I liked it. Maybe you will too.
The nastiest thing I have EVER seen is in the Redman/Method Man classic film noir: How High. For reasons I won’t get into, they unearth the founder of Harvard University, rob his grave, take his rotting body to their dormitory, chop him up, blend him, pour the dead man puree into canibus plant soil, and then essentially smoke the dead guy. So nasty.
But I digress. I’ve recently seen the second nastiest thing in my recent memory, and I feel obligated to catelogue it here. I’m taking the ghetto new-age wheelchair accessible transit buses here in Scarlem, and as i get onto the bus and proceed to the back, typically where i sit so i can watch the purdy lights fly by as the bus scoots along, I sit down, only to see:
some skank’s rank-ass used pink panties
lying right there on the floor of the bus. I mean, these things were disgusting. They were near the middle of the aisle of the bus, and they were all stained red and brown. Suffice it to say, that no one sat in the entire back half of the bus. I was on the bus for a good 40 minutes, so the instant I saw those nasty things, I moved straight to the front of the bus, into the chairs that face front.
Let’s just say: I wasn’t amused… by and bright blinking lights that night. Not to mention the fact that i couldn’t sleep.
I tried oh so hard, but I couldn’t help but wonder what kind of scenerio would lead to some girl taking off her nasty used panties and leaving them on floor in the middle of the bus? Come on, if I was a whore, and I got really horny or got flashed a couple bills, and I decided to do some desperate person in the bus, on a busy route, I’d at least be considerate enough to remember my panties as I realize I’m almost as the stop for my doctor to check for STDs and dart off the man and off the bus.
And just when i thought the ghettos of Scarlem were once again clean enough to take my children to play cricket. Good night.
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