Friday, May 30, 2008
children are the future
I sit alone in the bleachers bothering nobody. On this day I am as quiet as a theater in 1976 when, in those days, noisy people were escorted outside. These days, of course, the threat of lawsuits prevents that from happening. Some nice people sit next to me and they are not alone. They have three wonderful children. Fortunately for me these children enjoy the thrill of hitting people who like to sit quietly alone enjoying the sun rays. To make my day even brighter and more spectacular, the mom and dad thought their kids were cute as they kept hitting me, making noises, farting, spitting, yelling, and running around all over the place. What could I do? It makes me glad to be somewhat free, even though I will never be free from the noise of other people. I think the next time I go out I will just shit all over everybody and see how they like it! If you have children, put a leash on them and a muzzle if you cannot teach them how to act with a certain amount of containment. I would understand if the kids belonged to some cool British rock star with relationship issues, but man let me tell you these kids were freakin horrible to me and all I did wrong was sit quietly in the sun watching the game of life play itself through the noontime hour.
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