2003-11-11 - 1:20 a.m.
well well well
another beautiful day in the neighborhood
i don't look for trouble.. trouble finds me. or so the movie goes..
tonight i went for a little jaunt into the jacuzzi.. 2 kids came by.. girl and a guy.. i think he was considered the "friend" (ie. "sucker") and she had a bf somewhere yonder (who she probably didn't tell about her swim with her "friend")..
ruined my jacuzzi night.. hot bitch in a bikini makes it hard to concentrate on the moon w/the clouds rolling past.. so they finally left.. i went for a swim..and was about to leave when a pair of chicks rolled in about midnight..
great.
might as well salvage the night and try to talk to them..
went back in the bubbly, had a little convo.. then realized very quickly that i was talking to tweedle dumb and tweedle dumber..
dumb people get out of hand very quickly.. it went from 3rd grade insults to flicking water..to ordering me to leave from my jacuzzi (that was actually pretty funny) .. to flicking a cigarette at me.. to kicking over my bike...
okay
stop
the
fuck
right
there
you can flick water at me, you'll get splashed
you can flick a cigarette at me, your raggity anne hair-do and 1950s skank neon orange lipstick will get drenched
you can call me discouraging words, i'll give your tiny brain a marathon thru geniusville
but
u
don't
fucking
touch
my
defenseless
blue
baby
you don't fucking touch her without a fucking chaingun in one of your hands.. skank number one.. the BIKE TOUCHER.. kicked mr. bike over.
mr. bike fell down.
when i heard mr. bike fall down, i had a vision of BIKE TOUCHER engulfed in napalm, screaming about the beautiful paintjob she could only hope to disgrace with the gooey touch of her dumb fucking skanky skin. there wasn't much naplam handy, but there was a nice comfortable bush for her to begin penance in.
i threw BIKE TOUCHER into her new green leafy home and felt a pang of remorse for the sacrificial twigs that snapped under her evil frame. Soggy wet Raggity Anne doll (the one who said unkind words to mr. bike directly to his face) held a green beer bottle in her left hand.. i'm guessing Heiniken.
Don't do it.
I knew she was thinking it. But i also knew that she knew that i knew that there were many other comfortable luxurious bushes nearby needing new roommates.. and there was also an unoccupied trashcan over yonder, screaming for some female company.
don't fucking do it.
and then i, like a true genius, turned my back on the ungrateful bush dweller who i guess had rejected her new residence in favor of the nomadic life of upright travelling and raggity anne..with her bottle..
i felt a thud on my lower back.
before i even saw the green glass missle bounce into the grass next to me, i was already bending down , picking it up, and running at the gate which the 2 skankatrons had just rushed out of.. it's a good thing i'm not a major league pitcher because Raggity Anne would have had an involuntary conversational piece lodged permanently in her skull. The Heiniken bottle greeted the street with a brilliant kiss of retribution and left her memory all over the place .. the skankatrons ran off in opposite directions.
so let's recap.
what did we learn.. well .. in retrospect, it happened in a surreal deja vu sort of way.. i mean.. i felt like i was writing a diary entry while talking to these 2 dumb cunts. i basically got a chance to say what only this screen is usually privy to.. it's a big disappointment when i'm right.. because i'm not right for my benefit many times, meaning, although there is some pleasure in being right, i usually don't benefit from that pleasure.. i'm right for the agony of female stupidity..
i mean.. why are we even fucking around at this point?
we all fucking know that girls are retarded.
and we all fucking know that girls are taught that they aren't retarded.
this is the motherfucking dilemma .. dumb fucking people are too busy teaching girls that being smart is valuable and that being a girl is worthless..
girls are too fucking dumb for their own good.. and yet they want to market their stupidity and flaunt their stupidity like a bunch of fucking morons..
i mean i could hold a fucking clinic (because i have on many occasions) on female stupidity.. i could give u examples.. tendencies.. charts.. diagrams.. predictions..scripts..
it's fucking embarassing..
it really is..
fucking girls are so fucking disappointed in themselves when i let them in on the brutal truth:
you're a fucking idiot.
and why is it brutal?.. because girls make it brutal.. i don't make the truth brutal..
you girls are fucking idiots from the very beginning of time.. you were built that way to be dependent upon man. that is both a protection and an advantage..but so many fucking girls undermine the value of their advantage by trying to compete with the person providing protection and consolation and comfort..
you're too fucking dumb to compete.. and you wonder why you don't attain it in the end anyway.. it's a comical fucking joke.
whenever i hear stupid bitches talking about how dumb other chicks are i wanna fucking hit them or myself w/a crowbar in the face.. whichever course of action will alleviate the fucking agony of listening to stupidity condemn stupidity.
ouch.
that hurt.
hypocrisy always has a little sting to it.
...fuck okay. let me try to steer back.
girls wouldn't be that disappointed in themselves if they stopped trying to fight against their stupidity and learned to depend on a man for guidance.. girls referencing other girls for help is like an egg tapping on another egg for comfort.. the weakest shell gives, and the fucking stupidity just leaks out ..
girls are not men.. they do not have the capacity to be men..and they will never succeed at being men.. try as they might..
girls need to relearn how to be girls.. it's a fucking ....
it's a fucking holocaust of sound..
so many words abused.. so many incoherent sounds left alone , unwanted, dissatisfied like abandoned children and crack babies from broken homes located inside the confines of leaky mouths held hostage by the competition of glamour tips and unnecessary jeopardy answers.
shut up bitch. shut the fuck up u dumb bitch. shut up and learn.
there is a vacuum on being a girl.. that's a fucking gold mine right there.. if i were a smart businessman, and i were a girl, i'd be busy spending every spare minute learning the nuances of being a professional girl.. because if there's only one girl and 2 billion guys, if you had any fucking brain power, you'd look at the supply and demand curve and think.. "gee.. i am the only gas station in down.. there is a line of cars all the way to africa.. i wonder if i could become rich?"
of course i'm speaking a foreign language called common sense, so most of you bitches will be immune to it.. never fear.. Girlpower™ is near.
