Monday, February 2, 2009

Screw Pokemon Red, Get me a pack of Marlboro Reds

No survivors? Then where did all the stories come from?
I was waiting in Fridays for a table and a child, about 2 or 3 years old, tripped over my foot. As I was shocked that I just tripped a child my friend starts yelling "Brian! What are you doing? Why did you trip that little kid!?" This leads to me breaking out in laughter as I am standing over this kid and everyone cannot believe what an incredible asshole I would have to be in order to trip this child. I know this seems like a digression from my usual blogtif (combination of blog and motif) I thought the world needs to know if you ever trip a kid in Fridays while waiting for a table DO NOT LAUGH under any circumstances. 
Now leading me to my usual topic...smokers...stop it. While waiting for this table I look outside and see a kid no older than 12 smoking a boge...stop it. I don't blame him I blame the parents. O and the next day, coming out of the same shopping center, I am stopped at a light and to my right is a woman smoking a cigarette in her car with three little younglings in the back...stop it. She is smoking this thing in a similar way that you see someone hittin up an inhaler after doing the good ole mile run...stop it. What are you doing? You know you got kids back there, at least do it when they aren't around. What do you think they are going to do when they hit that ripe age of 10 and learn how to use a lighter? Stop it.

That tumor is so big it looks like a threemor.

1 comment:

  1. Tripping them or smoking in front of them... which is more dangerous.
    Now you're on trial!

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