Terrible Analogies

Oh no, she did’ent…!

Damn, that was cold.

Please please please don’t let my kid grow up to be a troublemaker like this precious little snowflake:

Hope everyone (in the States) gets to fully enjoy the extended weekend. Here’s hoping to see you back here Tuesday morning!

As a follow-up to yesterday’s post, I must again condemn the violence and destruction caused by roving gangs of teenage thugs in the UK.  This disgusting display of human nature at its worst is doing nothing for anybodies cause.  The total disregard these looters show for people and property absolutely sickens me to no end.

How can anyone justify such wanton acts of destruction such as this?:

These sorts of “people” need to be locked up for a good. Long. Time.

…between a BMW owner and a porcupine?

On a porcupine the pricks are on the outside.

I hope they catch this jerk…

Today I saw two thugs get into a fight at a gas station downtown.  I’m unsure what the argument was about.  I’d like to think that it was a disagreement over which school of art has a greater impact on the psyche of today’s youth, or perhaps it was an ongoing feud over which author was the superior writer while under the influence: William S. Burroughs or Hunter S. Thompson.

Whatever the reason, words and hand signs were exchanged between the pumps.  The guy closest to me calmly walked up to a punk wearing a white t-shirt who was cursing and gesturing wildly in his direction.  He then pushed t-shirt hood in the chest with a stiff-arm then clocked him once in the face.  T-shirt guy when down hard, covered his face with his hands, and slowly began to squirm on the oil-soaked pavement.

Alpha hooligan then turned around and slowly strutted back to his gold Honda Civic, removed the gas nozzle from his car and placed it back on the pump, closed up his gas cap and drove away, leaving our t-shirted hero lying on his back with his face covered in blood.

It seems as if everyone thinks they have a plan when they get into a fight, up to the point when they get nailed in the face by a guy with a wicked right cross.