Jul 03, 2009 13:01
So I been kickin' around in the dirt for a few days now, and to be honest witchu? Kinda sick of it. It's freakin' cold at night. I thought my ass fell off. I mean it. My freakin' ASS. If I'm gonna be in this dump for more than a few more minutes, where do I go where the ceiling don't got stars on it?
From what a picked up from all you buncha' sad sacks is we're s'possed to use these walkie talkies t'complain. Fine, bozos, I got some complaints for ya. One, freakin' cold. I think I already said that, but bear wit me, because... It's freakin' cold.
Two, I think I ran all up an' down this shit hole an' I can't find the road outta town. Where's it at? Don't hold out on me just cuz you can't stand t'lose my company.
Three? And uh, let me take a minute to point out that this is a pretty big freakin' numbah. This place? Is filled with the weirdest buncha' lunatic, apeshit, batshit, whatever-the-shit motherfuckers-- I ever heard. And I seen a lotta shit. People talkin' about powerrrs an' cat peopllle an' monsterrrrs- what else you all gonna pitch at me, huh? Because I'll hit it right back to ya. Y'buncha freakin' batshit loonies, probably drugged-up' mothuh fu-
Okay. Okay okay okay okay look. I ain't from around here. Diss-ey-doe or whatevuh the name'a dis place is. Pure Mass-hole right here, I come from Boston. Anybody know the quickest way back to Mass, lemme know. An' what's up with the freakin' two moons?! Yer all freakin' crazy!
you dopes!,
in denial,
you crazies!,
homeless,
cold,
masshole,
this ain't the fort,
boston,
massachusetts,
lost,
you losers!,
you crackheads!,
stubborn,
discedo=not albaquerque