This article appears in Jan 1-7, 2009.
Bitch rules
What part of “no specific names” do you folks not understand? The “no”? The “specific”? Or the “names”? Are you idiots? Stupid? Illiterate? What? I just don’t get it
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And what about the damn kids spitting, huh? I don’t give a shit about hair or where they wear their pants or whatever– be whatever fuck moron you wanna be, god knows I was– but when you spit, you’re kinda invading my personal space, ya know? All that shit on the ground where I walk with my shoes and such.And get off of my fucking lawn, dammit.
I agree Tom. The people who complain about kid’s fashions today are probably the same people who wore tye died shirts and bleached and torn jeans in the 80’s. The spitting, however, has got to stop!
And then there’s the people who call me “Tom.” Don’t get me started…
LOL. Sorry TIM. My reading and typing skills suck. You can call me BRick if you want…
In a previous life I had a colleague, nice guy, named “Tom” who edited a competing newspaper. We both have francophone last names, and people would confuse us all the time, call him Tim and me Tom. I think, seriously, that I inhibited his career. Feel kind of bad about it, frankly.
This is the best thread I’ve read in a long time! Hilarious, and completely true. Spitting makes me want to throw up, and I kind of wish I could sometimes, so that after every gross teenager spit on the ground near me, I could throw up all over him.