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***** Two kids made fun of me at the Mall today **********
Question:
> Kids are stupid. It could be anyone, they don’t even know you. They just > incidentally picked on you. Kids are impulsive. They were probably "in the > mood" for kidding. If it’s the first time it’s happened to you, then it’s a > coincidence. As a response, I think i would give them a few remarks about > their looks, point out some ugly features about them.
Yeah right. And then I go to jail. I know how this routine works. – Hide quoted text — Show quoted text -> I have never been so offended. Do you want me to recap the events of my > miserable, embarrassing Mall shopping excursion? Well ok. I’ll tell you. > I was ACCOSTED by two kids!!! Two little 10-year-old punks, who probly > don’t even have pubes yet. > There I was, minding my own business, browsing the DVD’s at Suncoast when > in > walked a couple of kids, (the kids I was talking about in the Subject of > this post). I paid no attention at first. They seemed to be two fairly > average youths, carrying on like kids do. One a tall FUBU-clad black boy, > and the other a regular white boy with mussed hair (ala Jimmy Fallon) and > a > goofy looking "overbite". They romped around for a bit while I continued > to > browse, trying to ignore the commotion. The kids were behind me at the > time, so I couldn’t really see what was going on. But I heard a couple of > faint giggles from off in the distance, (which I assumed was the kids, > cause > adults don’t giggle). > The sound of laughter made me wistful for the carefree days of youth, > laughing and skipping about, making merry and such. I heard some > whispers, > and more giggling. Then they started laughing louder and louder. This > didn’t bother me just yet, because I was still being "wistful". They came > up beside me, and laughed some more, before quickly jutting behind the > display stand I was currently busy browsing. (I was looking at a DVD of > "Das Boot".) Once safe behind the DVD display, the kids began laughing > out > loud. I thought, "Are they laughing at ME?" > Then, I heard the one boy say, "HEY ADAM". More giggling. Then, "ADAM > SANDLER!?" Both laughing out loud now. I picked up the DVD, to see > through > to the other side of the DVD display stand. The regular boy was peering > through looking at me, sporting what could only be discribed as a "shite > eating grin". They looked at each other and laughed some more. And it > continued, "ADAM SANDLER, IS THAT YOU?" They ran to another part of the > store, continuing to look back at me laughing. THEY WERE IMPLYING THAT > THEY > These kids were making fun at me. ME. Can you believe this???? I just > don’t get it. Kids love me. Kids have always looked up to me. I am like > the cool "older-brother" type. Still hip and "with it" enough to share in > the levity of their juvenile antics, yet old enough to buy them beer. How > could this be happening??? > I pretended it didn’t bother me and continued browsing, ignoring the > SODOMIZING OF MY MORAL SPIRIT BY THESE PUBELESS BRATS. I did not cry, but > I > wanted to. I am a tender sensitive being. > Good day to you all. > Love, > Wavy G.
Response:
this nugget of wisdom… – Hide quoted text — Show quoted text -> >>>Are you *the* Wavy Gravy? > >>>If you are not *the* wavy gravy, > >>>-*the* potato > >>If you find *steak*, let me know. I’m starting to get hungry. > >Of course, I meant — *the* steak. > *The* steak, you say? Hmm, I…OH. OOOOOOOHHHH! *THE STEAK*, AAHAHAHAHA > AAAAAAAAAAAAHAHAHAHAHAHAAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAH!!!!! > Easy crowd. > Just flew in from New York… man are my… uh, my — shit, I always forget > the punch line. > Okay, what about this one — take my motherboard, please take my– Damn!, > forgot. > Why do birds fly south? Give up? This one — snirk — cracks me up, every > time. Because they’re black and white and read all over. Get it? A hoot, > right? Waitwaitwait, no the punch line is supposed to be, I throw up the > money, and what God wants, he keeps — I think. No, that doesn’t sound right, > either, does it? > Just give me a minute…
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