I'm at the coffeshop trying to write the Kiosk scripts for tomorrow, and these two fucknuts are annoying the shit out of me. Fucknut #1 quickly became bored when Fucknut #2 decided to get some more coffee and tried to start up a conversation in a lobotomized, "One Flew Over The Cuckoo's Nest" sort of way. If you know me, that's a bad idea. He pointed to my powerbook and chatted about that, then tried to pass off some business card with the #1 or #2 site in the world. Whether he sells Amway or Peace and Enlightenment, I don't care. He then latched on to the conversation of the two women sitting to the other side of me.
The peace didn't last long since Fucknut #2 came back and Fucknut #1 decided to go to the head. Fucknut #2 evidently never had those manners film strips in elementary school, since he loudly slurped his coffee and chomped his cookie. Over and over and over and over. Just when Fucknut #2 finished his slobbering, Fucknut #1 came back. Now they're jibber-jabbing about where to go next. Gomeroke at the High Noon? Some kind of night at the Inferno? A band somewhere with no cover? Anyway, it won't be here and it won't be at my apartment. Then again, Jeremy's coming over soon and we'll probably end up where these goobers are.
At least I can flame them to my audience of 3! (or 4?)
P.S. Now Fucknut #1 is complaining about the girls at the Union who just want to walk around, drink beer, and act retarded. I'm not sure who his ultimate woman is... Dame Edna?
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Time to get nostalgic about a movie I saw eighteen years ago and was about a time seventeen years earlier. My college roommates can verify...
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After the post below and after finding Dave's post, I created my South Park persona after a bike ride. I think it's fitting.
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