*twiddles thumbs*
After grocery shopping and a movie Friday night, I found myself sore and with an obnoxiously itchy throat on Saturday. The on Saturday night, I had to listen to stupid guys yelling and whooping in the parking lot until 4 a.m.
I sound like an old lady: "Stupid f***ing idiots, why don't you just go home?!?" I understand partying and talking or laughing loudly on the way back to the car, but these morons were literally just yelling their conversations and running around the parking lot calling each other pansies...i.e., "Look what you did to my shirt, you pansy!" Also, what the hell are they trying to do when they stay outside in 30-something degree F cold for more than TWO hours? When you've left your host's abode after a night of partying, it usually means things are winding down and you're about to go home...not stay in the freaking parking lot to yell conversations until nearly dawn. Is their speech so incoherent that they must resort to yelling in order to pretend they have this higher cognitive function?
As I laid in bed, I thought of all sorts of non-bodily harm punishments for these undoubtedly vain, cocky, irresponsible youngsters. I hope theirs cars get keyed, their tires slashed, their windows broken when someone breaks in to steal their CDs, and that lots of birds sh*t on their cars. I hope they have the hangovers from hell. (They did it to themselves!) I hope they catch the flu and spend a few days feverish and vomiting. OK, that one could count as bodily harm, but it's pretty minor and only temporary. I hope they step their stupid, overpriced shoes into a large pile of crap. Better yet, I hope they get pranked with giant, flaming paper bags of poop on their own doorsteps.
Well, that was catharctic.
I sound like an old lady: "Stupid f***ing idiots, why don't you just go home?!?" I understand partying and talking or laughing loudly on the way back to the car, but these morons were literally just yelling their conversations and running around the parking lot calling each other pansies...i.e., "Look what you did to my shirt, you pansy!" Also, what the hell are they trying to do when they stay outside in 30-something degree F cold for more than TWO hours? When you've left your host's abode after a night of partying, it usually means things are winding down and you're about to go home...not stay in the freaking parking lot to yell conversations until nearly dawn. Is their speech so incoherent that they must resort to yelling in order to pretend they have this higher cognitive function?
As I laid in bed, I thought of all sorts of non-bodily harm punishments for these undoubtedly vain, cocky, irresponsible youngsters. I hope theirs cars get keyed, their tires slashed, their windows broken when someone breaks in to steal their CDs, and that lots of birds sh*t on their cars. I hope they have the hangovers from hell. (They did it to themselves!) I hope they catch the flu and spend a few days feverish and vomiting. OK, that one could count as bodily harm, but it's pretty minor and only temporary. I hope they step their stupid, overpriced shoes into a large pile of crap. Better yet, I hope they get pranked with giant, flaming paper bags of poop on their own doorsteps.
Well, that was catharctic.