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What Is With The Idjits In The City Park? |
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Written by Grouchy Joe
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Last Wednesday night I went for my after-dinner walk in the park (a couple
of hours later than usual) and I saw the most bizarre group of freaks
that I've ever come across! There were these strange men loungin' about
in cut-off jeans and big boots--and some of them weren't even wearing
shirts!
I'm not sure how much wacky-tobacky these idjits had smoked, but they
were all giggling and talking and hugging like a bunch of kids at a slumber
party.
These were supposed to be grown men!
What's even weirder was that I didn't know any of them, but they still
greeted me like I was their best friend. I would just be walking down
the path and and they would all smile and nod and say things like, "How
are you doing tonight, old-timer?"
I'm not positive, but I think that a couple of them might have winked
at me. They were so hopped up on goofballs that they musta thought that
I was in on some sort of secret joke!
The weirdest thing of the whole night was yet to come!
As I walked closer to the edge of the park on my way home, a man with
a big moustache and a leather hat stopped me and put his hand on my shoulder.
I thought that he was going to try to mug me, but he just smiled and said,
"How about it, pops? What do you say that we screw?"
I couldn't believe it! This idjit was so messed up on drugs that he thought
that I was a woman!
"Screw me, my ass!" I shouted at him. But the idjit just smiled.
This guy was dumber than a tractor!
I told him: "Go back to your goofballs, Hippie!" Then the freak
got this hurt look on his face like he was a little girl who just dropped
her ice cream. After that, he just walked away with his head hanging low.
I went straight home after that, did my fifty push-ups and went to bed,
thinking once again, the world is full of idjits!
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