Pollywogs!

So we were doing a little errand running in Jersey Shore today…

At the bank: I personal, minor pet peeve of mine is folks who insist on waiting in line for a specific drive-thru slot although all of them are equally serviceable (although my aunt once explained to me a reasonable explanation for a fraction of these people). So we pull in and I mutter “what is wrong with those tards” as we drive past the “tards” waiting at JSSB…

Pulling out of the bank: I often wish we had a digital camera, as the things you see in Jersey Shore, you probably don’t get much outside of some bumfuck hill-town in West Virginia…the bit I saw was an aging, rusting 1993-ish Chevy Cavalier with three kids fresh from High School riding inside. Leaking exhaust, wonderfully ghetto…but no biggie if they can’t afford anything nicer…until I see the trunk and the GIGANTIC ALUMINUM SPOILER (ok, not quite THAT bad)…jesus fucking H christ you silly retarded twat fuck kids, have you no shame???

Pulling out, pt 2: The next car behind was another three kids in a nicer ride, a mid 90′s BMW 3 series convertible…a little scratched up, but nice enough…the car we pulled out behind was the problem. Some fucking punk ass kid driving a fucking a new mustang…very nice that mommy bawt joo dat pretty wittle cawr, aren’t joo speshle! As if people don’t become shallow attention seeking whores fast enough without their parents enabling them by either buying for or letting them drive a new $25k car to school…

At the other bank: pull into Sovereign, past three cars in line for the first slot (another “fucking tards” comment), grab the chute bitch and throw my goods in, and look over at the car at the window beside me…omg…the guy looks like he doesn’t have the wits to drive the car, and the woman is either half comatose or half asleep…both make me afraid to get back on the road…I know you can’t judge a book by it’s cover, but these were two retarded looking books…and then a car pulls into a parking spot on my right…and this real honey heaves out…the kind where you ask yourself “how can they go out in public, have they no decency?”, with her rather normal looking husband and slightly unkempt child in tow. I say to Kell “she must suck cock like a champ, for him to stay with her” (or something similar, cause that is the type of kind and sensitive husband I am), followed by “I hate this town”…but I guess you get people who have given up caring about life wherever you go…

As we were pulling away, Kell says “You really are Hitler reincarnate”…maybe I shouldn’t be so judgmental to other people, even if they look retarded or hideously, morbidly obese…I’m sure its just their glands?