in general, my day went along swimmingly (who the fuck invented that term anyway?)... until this kid... ug, this godawful kid (you all know how much i dislike kids, right? riiiight?)
anyway, this 4 year old kid looks at me... so i make my dracula face (posted somewhere on this forum... i call it the dracula face cause somebody called me dracula because of it), and i revved my weed whacker really high... or, at least, i tried to... but the fucking thing sputtered and died... so i just grin sheepishly (i like that word)... but this kid... ug, this godawful kid... he looks at me with some sort of funny expression that i haven't seen since the middle ages... (i'm old, i know)
and this kid... ug, this godawful kid... he walks up to me and says "cookie?" and he gives me a cookie. so i take it and say "thanks. now run along to your momma, little boy." so this kid... ug, this godawful kid... says "yes, sir." and runs to his mommy, who is now 500 blocks away... she walks fast.
so yeah... a good day in the life of me.
anyway, this 4 year old kid looks at me... so i make my dracula face (posted somewhere on this forum... i call it the dracula face cause somebody called me dracula because of it), and i revved my weed whacker really high... or, at least, i tried to... but the fucking thing sputtered and died... so i just grin sheepishly (i like that word)... but this kid... ug, this godawful kid... he looks at me with some sort of funny expression that i haven't seen since the middle ages... (i'm old, i know)
and this kid... ug, this godawful kid... he walks up to me and says "cookie?" and he gives me a cookie. so i take it and say "thanks. now run along to your momma, little boy." so this kid... ug, this godawful kid... says "yes, sir." and runs to his mommy, who is now 500 blocks away... she walks fast.
so yeah... a good day in the life of me.