no, you cant sleep on our couch.
i was walking with kortland to gyro plus yesterday and that crazy homeless guy who yells and talks to himself alot was sitting on a trash can, and when we passed him he was all "mumblemumble spare change?" and i was like "no, man" and we walked by and he SPIT at me and when i turned around, he gave me the finger. "what the fuck, man" said i, "i don't have any change, asshole". this set off a string of profanity and incoherent shouts from said crazy dude, and we turned and started to leave. he, of course, got louder, so i turned back and shouted "get a job" at him. he got sooooo fucking angry, started spitting and screaming and pacing around, and i just LOLed and walked away.
the moral of the story is that im tired of homeless people (excluding albert) and their attitudes. if they want my money, they are going to have to do better than threats, flippancy, and sob stories. albert is the perfect hobo; he goes out with his harmonica and his bucket and tries to earn his daily bread, always with a smile on his face. as far as other homeless people go, let them eat cake, fuck em in the face, i hope a bridge collapses on them. whats the point of trying to help if theyre all going to be douchebags? from now on the assholes on my streets are officially my sidewalks, my trash cans, my ashtrays, my urinals, my spitoons, my court jesters, my punching bags, my parking spots, the rivers in which i dump my nuclear waste. im through being a good person.
the moral of the story is that im tired of homeless people (excluding albert) and their attitudes. if they want my money, they are going to have to do better than threats, flippancy, and sob stories. albert is the perfect hobo; he goes out with his harmonica and his bucket and tries to earn his daily bread, always with a smile on his face. as far as other homeless people go, let them eat cake, fuck em in the face, i hope a bridge collapses on them. whats the point of trying to help if theyre all going to be douchebags? from now on the assholes on my streets are officially my sidewalks, my trash cans, my ashtrays, my urinals, my spitoons, my court jesters, my punching bags, my parking spots, the rivers in which i dump my nuclear waste. im through being a good person.