Monday, September 22, 2008

Yippitty Skippitty Do

Well now, lets just see.
Another that just sucked.

I've decided to share a bit of my prose, which will make its rounds and end up in some book that will never gain me credit but will get paid for, all on account of one of my wonderfully e-penned yet jaunty outcries; man people really suck the life out of you, don't they?
Ps. Reader: I've started my day with far too much speed, in an conceited and vanity-filled attempt to mentally time travel back to a time when I did things in a snap pop & crackle fashion...back when things would surround me with mad static

The amount of what there is... is... unimaginable yet we chase or regret.
With that all being stated: here we go my friends, just a tiny taste:

I fucking despise Harley owners.
Whats worse is when they have a bunch of
stupid shit attached...flags and stuffed animals, ribbons and
fucking stickers to tell me how
me how many rallies they've been to, or what chapter of the retarded club that
makes them feel better about not actually achieving the "James Dean... I'm a bad ass, no really look at me" fantasy... the one that made them want one in the first place.

So all lets gather around and look at the shinny two wheeled
fact that I have a fat wife, little dick,2.5 bratty kids and I just got a 5% raise after my annual review at the life draining sheeple job I begrudgingly drag my ass to every day...
"Oh wow..are they the new grip warmers?..oh the 09 model?... Wow"
"Look at my I'd like to fuck my wifes sister chrome trimed ferring...nice"
"Are those the I wish I had actually done anything but this with my life spokes?"
"Back up brother...that looks like 8 coats of high gloss triple dip candy apple red, you blow knuckle juice over the neighbors Queen of the Corn Husker harvest 19 year old, that you saw in the local rag....It is"

Just ride to ride.

In the immortal words of G.C
"Chilly aint never been cool"

Ok the SoCo is starting to talk to me