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I hate when people ask me for directions…
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The Crimson Fucker
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Apr 13, 2008 06:57PM

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Now, panhandlers, on the other hand, I avoid like the plague. All my sympathy for them was worn out working in a city library, dealing with guys smuggling in beer, and spilling it, or passing out in an upholstered chair, and urinating in it because they were so drunk they didn't wake up.
Or doing drugs in the bathroom, sitting in a stall for hours before a patron informed the staff so we could call the police. Or jerking off with their hand in their pants while using an internet station, as kids walk by. Nice.
Returning to the original subject, the other day a panhandler tried to get my sympathy by saying "I'm really sick, could you..." And all I could think was, I don't want to catch your horrible disease, and I blurted out "Stay away from me!"
And then, I felt awful about it.


Oh, well, you were probably just kidding, anyway.


“HEY! Alaska mountain man!" Said tourist #1
"Hmm Me?" Said Alaska mountain man
"Where the hell am I, And how do I get to my colon!" Said Tourist #1
"Oh so you like to masturbate too? I know a great place to do it, just over the next hill there." Said Alaska Mountain man, pointing out over a flat ice field.
"Are you stupid or something? Just tell me how to get to my Colon." grumbled Tourist #1
Ummm... I'm done this is going nowhere fast.
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