Small Victories
So, you know those tiny motorcycles? The ones you hear ten seconds before you see and you think, "damn that's a loud engine! This thing rounding the corner has got to be a beast!" but it's just a tiny fucking bike. And they always seem to be driven by wangstas (generally of the "white rapper" variety) for some unknown reason, despite the fact I'm nearly positive they're built for six-year-old boys. *eyeroll*
So anyways, I'm out for a walk today when when of these idiots on his bitty bike rounds the corner. We're on a really long straight away so I see him coming. You can tell by looking at this guy he's one of those wangstas, who thinks he's some sort of John Wayne BAMF as well as God's gift to women. So, as he draws nearer I stare intensely until he looks up at me, and then I make a show of slowly drinking him in with my eyes. His gaze locks with mine, we stare for a moment...and then I begin laughing as loudly at his expense as I possibly can, ensuring that even after he blows past me (at roughly 15mph...haha) he can still hear me cackling.
Prick.
...maybe you had to be there? *shrug*
So anyways, I'm out for a walk today when when of these idiots on his bitty bike rounds the corner. We're on a really long straight away so I see him coming. You can tell by looking at this guy he's one of those wangstas, who thinks he's some sort of John Wayne BAMF as well as God's gift to women. So, as he draws nearer I stare intensely until he looks up at me, and then I make a show of slowly drinking him in with my eyes. His gaze locks with mine, we stare for a moment...and then I begin laughing as loudly at his expense as I possibly can, ensuring that even after he blows past me (at roughly 15mph...haha) he can still hear me cackling.
Prick.
...maybe you had to be there? *shrug*