Thursday, February 22, 2007

Out of the way yuppies

See all these people to the left here? I hate every single one of them.

Why? Let me tell you why: Because they are just standing there, in the middle of the sidewalk, in the rain.

Out here in New York the sidewalks are like everyone else's roads. We use them to commute to work, get groceries, go to the movies, etc.

So if anyone of you ever finds yourself walking along a New York street and suddenly have the urge to make a sharp left, bend over to tie your shoe, or stop and look up at the tall building, don't. Instead, stop and think about what would happen if you followed that same urge while driving down I-75 at that exact moment... an 18-car pile up isn't much worse than being cussed out in four different languages at the same time by the people behind you.

And do you know what makes everything worse? Water falling from the sky.

Look at these ever-so-prepared tourists in the picture up there again. The ponchos. The umbrellas. God I hate them. They are practically invincible and they know it. Because of that, when it is raining and 38 degrees tomorrow and I am sprinting home from work, they will be standing there with a 7'x9' map unfolded in the middle of 5th Ave. while their little turd of a kid is playing red rover with another little turd of a kid.

And as I try to run past them, both little turds will manage to cross into my path at the exact same moment I am jump over a puddle. I will not see either and knock them both senseless into the cement face first.

Then, as I am trying to explain what happed to their four parents in the picture who were to perplexed by a stupid ass subway map they couldn't watch their shitbag kids three seconds ago, I will get approached by a cop who tells me to "just chill the hell out man, and try to be more considerate of other people" without even hearing what I have to say... and I always wondered why New Yorkers have the reputation of being rude.

Tuesday, February 13, 2007

Whhooooeeeeeeeeeee

Hot damn Hoagie! Ya see that sucker blow!? I can't wait to tap into that $400 million severance! Wait till ya'll see how much shit I blow up then! Hell I might fly up to Alasker and blast that dang ol' Valdez out of ever'ns memory!

What Hoag? Now? Well go tell that r'porter to... he's already recordin'? Well Hell, why didn't ya say so!

Hey there 'merica! Me and m'buddy Hoagie were just takin' some target practice in the back forty. So let me get this rifle outa her' real quick and get a fresh bottle of Jack before we start that tour.

Oh those big barrels of oil on fire over there? Don't worry 'bout those. They was just the 100-gallon puppies we was shootin' at t'day.

Now, jump up into m'truck and we'll get a'goin. Ya say ya never seen a pickup looks like that before? Heheee. Damn straight! It's the Ford F-8,00o, they only made five of 'em and I already blew the hell out of the other four! Millage? Eh, 'bout 10. What's that? On good God no, not per gallon... that's 10 miles a tank. I'll drive this puppy inta the ground though, since those turds in Dearborn rolled out that 9,000. Alternative fuels my ass... gimme some crude! Aright, enough yappin'. Saddle up!

See over yonder? That's m'house? Nah, that's the shed. Nah, that one's for m'dog Zeek. Bingo's that's it, the one with the smokestack peaking over that there little Mountain.

Now to the left we got m'garage. In there I gots 35 gold-plated Harleys, one for each day of the month! Huh? Nope, not in Texas; George W. lengthened ours back in '96. This month we only got 32 days though, so I guess Sally, Betty, and Frida get an extended breather.

Comin' up ahead here we have m'pettin' zoo. It's got Buffalo, Tigers, a Woolly Mammoth, T-Rex, a... How'd I what? Why, I just hired that scientist from Jurassic Park to brew me up a few species that pussied out and went extinct. The Mammoth wasn't a biggie, but that T-Rex cost a good chunk to muster up. Ya know though, the real kicker is the upkeep. That sombitch Rexy rips up six heffers a day!

Speakin' of Rex, m'good buddy and replacement Rex Tillerman is doin' a bang-up job at the helm, ain't he! $40 billion this year! Hot damn, a new record! Suck on that King Abdullah!

Hey reporter... kin ya keep a secret? I got half of it! Yep that's right, I'm not as retired as ya'll think! And you m'boy... well I can call ya pal now, right!? You will git the first invite to the shindig I throw when that check clears!

How 'bout then we bring out m'Howitzer and see if we can't set off those 500 gallon suckers I'm saving for a special occasion! Yeeeeehaaawwwww!