Backwards to a Foreword

I started these writings with the intent of making mostly comedic style social observations. But opinions are like arseholes- everyone's got one- and as if often the way- the original intent is not what has eventuated, as the darker side of my mind has been very much in control lately.

All my writings are essentially a point of view or recollections of lived experiences. As with witness statements, which are not admissible as evidence in court due to the high rate of inaccuracy- sometimes what I feel, think or remember won't be the same as other people who may have been present for the same events.

They are my thoughts, feelings and memories, and may not necessarily represent those of people represented in them.

Friday, 28 October 2011

Things that shit me- #5: Squealing chicks

So you're sitting in a restaurant/ cafe/ bar etc having a nice chat/ beverage/ inane activity with a friend, when in staggers a gaggle of tittering little twits tottering on their stripper heels, barely able to shuffle along due to the tightness of their tiny little cunt scarf which suffocates their upper thighs together like vaccuum-packed frankfurts, then it happens:
Unable to form a sentence, civilised greeting or even eek out an air kiss, [Daaahhhling] they squeal/ scream or  whatever you want to title the irritating nise pollutant variety of emission they generate with their vocal chords.
Perhaps it's like an air-raid siren, as after you finally regain some hearing from your bleeding eardrums, and resist the urge to punch them in the face, you realise that it's probably time to leave, because it's all down hill from there.
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  1. Nicholas31 October 2011 at 22:23

    however unlike an air-raid siren it won't end with a bang.

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