Monday, May 26, 2003
Grockels. They step aimlessly and mindlessly into the middle of the road like fattened pheasants, kill me, kill me, I'm trying love, I really am! What are you doing here with your fat, repellant children, eating cake and swearing at their own mothers in Somerfield? I'm buying some Toulouse sausages; I'm driving to work; I'm having a beer, and what are you doing? You're masticating housebricks, you're downing WKD, you're in your dress shirt, you're making an effort to relax, you're clogging our roads, you're ignoring traffic, you're ten yards away from a Pelican and still you step, old woman, you step in front of my car and then you snarl at me! How do you have the temerity?!
5/26/2003 02:58:00 pm
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