First of all, you're a cunt.
You come to visit, and awaken all the damn retards in my city?
Yes I'm blaming you...you and your Tucson vibes have brought out the worst of Providence, especially the mall retards. I don't care wtf I'm calling them either, they're fucking tards, Dok...If you only knew. This one, for example, I know she's been around for at least 6-7 years, is this short fat ugly 40 something thing that circles the mall food court looking for handouts. She's even been kicked out of several restaurants there. Seriously, she just circles and circles and tries to take leftovers from the table, sometimes, even the garbage! And it's not like she's homeless either, oh no, she's just a fucking retard.
Why do I keep using that word? Shouldn't I be using "disadvantaged" or "disabled" or "special". No! Because even the lowest functioning drooling piece of flesh could function in life better than this woman. She's a retard, in the fullest sense of the word. Why else would she think it's a good idea to circle the mall food court for 7 years of her life? Everyday?!
So I'm finishing up my quick lunch in the food court, griping over my latest manicure in which blood was drawn, and as I stand up ready to leave, this woman comes and grabs my drink before I even have my bag on. I simply go, "HEY!" to which she does nothing more than continue to waddle away, so I come up behind her and trip her, saving the Diet Pepsi from her vile hands. She hits the floor in a gross SMACK and begins to howl, in perfect coherent English, and security comes after ME.
I tell them the story, and they just go, "Well, we really can't do anything to her...Because, you know, she's special."
FUCK THAT NOISE.
She's not fucking SPECIAL. She's a goddamn retard! Where are her caretakers? Why do my tax dollars go to her using my fucking shopping mall as a daycare center?! Why is she not institutionalized like she needs to be?!
I leave the mall and come up on a couple of guys who wave me down, as in, jump in my field of vision while I'm walking with the Ear Candies on so I can't pretend to ignore them. OF COURSE they want handouts. They're from Roxbury and need to get the train back to Boston.
...WTF. I say...I ask why they found it to be a good idea to come down to Providence without a return fare? And why they don't even have 20 bucks to get two tickets back on the commuter rail with enough left over to buy them each a coffee?
I get dumbfounded looks...and he asks for my soda.
...I just fucking chuck it at him and walk away.
Moral of the story: Listening to KMFDM on an overcrowded bus makes me angry.
Rockin' for now,
Suu
Quote from: Doktor Princess on October 18, 2010, 08:33:30 PM
First of all, you're a cunt.
You come to visit, and awaken all the damn retards in my city?
Yes I'm blaming you...you and your Tucson vibes have brought out the worst of Providence, especially the mall retards. I don't care wtf I'm calling them either, they're fucking tards, Dok...If you only knew. This one, for example, I know she's been around for at least 6-7 years, is this short fat ugly 40 something thing that circles the mall food court looking for handouts. She's even been kicked out of several restaurants there. Seriously, she just circles and circles and tries to take leftovers from the table, sometimes, even the garbage! And it's not like she's homeless either, oh no, she's just a fucking retard.
I am a Doktor, Suu. Doktors cannot ethically allow a problem to fester beneath the surface.
Bullshit, you brought this epidemic upon us. Not even the Mightly Elder God himself who sits so regally atop College Hill can cure of of this disease.
Quote from: Doktor Princess on October 18, 2010, 08:33:30 PM
First of all, you're a cunt.
You come to visit, and awaken all the damn retards in my city?
Yes I'm blaming you...you and your Tucson vibes have brought out the worst of Providence, especially the mall retards. I don't care wtf I'm calling them either, they're fucking tards, Dok...If you only knew. This one, for example, I know she's been around for at least 6-7 years, is this short fat ugly 40 something thing that circles the mall food court looking for handouts. She's even been kicked out of several restaurants there. Seriously, she just circles and circles and tries to take leftovers from the table, sometimes, even the garbage! And it's not like she's homeless either, oh no, she's just a fucking retard.
Why do I keep using that word? Shouldn't I be using "disadvantaged" or "disabled" or "special". No! Because even the lowest functioning drooling piece of flesh could function in life better than this woman. She's a retard, in the fullest sense of the word. Why else would she think it's a good idea to circle the mall food court for 7 years of her life? Everyday?!
So I'm finishing up my quick lunch in the food court, griping over my latest manicure in which blood was drawn, and as I stand up ready to leave, this woman comes and grabs my drink before I even have my bag on. I simply go, "HEY!" to which she does nothing more than continue to waddle away, so I come up behind her and trip her, saving the Diet Pepsi from her vile hands. She hits the floor in a gross SMACK and begins to howl, in perfect coherent English, and security comes after ME.
I tell them the story, and they just go, "Well, we really can't do anything to her...Because, you know, she's special."
FUCK THAT NOISE.
She's not fucking SPECIAL. She's a goddamn retard! Where are her caretakers? Why do my tax dollars go to her using my fucking shopping mall as a daycare center?! Why is she not institutionalized like she needs to be?!
I leave the mall and come up on a couple of guys who wave me down, as in, jump in my field of vision while I'm walking with the Ear Candies on so I can't pretend to ignore them. OF COURSE they want handouts. They're from Roxbury and need to get the train back to Boston.
...WTF. I say...I ask why they found it to be a good idea to come down to Providence without a return fare? And why they don't even have 20 bucks to get two tickets back on the commuter rail with enough left over to buy them each a coffee?
I get dumbfounded looks...and he asks for my soda.
...I just fucking chuck it at him and walk away.
Moral of the story: Listening to KMFDM on an overcrowded bus makes me angry.
Rockin' for now,
Suu
If you were listening to KMFDM, then you already know what you have to do.
BOMB THE LIVING BEJEEPERS OUT OF THOSE FORCES.
It's too bad that the infrastructure doesn't exist that would allow these people to be properly taken cared for. We have lots of free-roaming mentally ill and mentally disabled people here too. I'm informed that during the Reagan administrations lots of institutions were nixed.
I'm sorry you had a bad time.
Please don't go around tripping people or throwing things at people, though, even if they deserve it. The last thing we need is for you to get in trouble for assault.
Quote from: First City Hustle on October 19, 2010, 06:41:20 AM
Quote from: Doktor Princess on October 18, 2010, 08:33:30 PM
First of all, you're a cunt.
You come to visit, and awaken all the damn retards in my city?
Yes I'm blaming you...you and your Tucson vibes have brought out the worst of Providence, especially the mall retards. I don't care wtf I'm calling them either, they're fucking tards, Dok...If you only knew. This one, for example, I know she's been around for at least 6-7 years, is this short fat ugly 40 something thing that circles the mall food court looking for handouts. She's even been kicked out of several restaurants there. Seriously, she just circles and circles and tries to take leftovers from the table, sometimes, even the garbage! And it's not like she's homeless either, oh no, she's just a fucking retard.
Why do I keep using that word? Shouldn't I be using "disadvantaged" or "disabled" or "special". No! Because even the lowest functioning drooling piece of flesh could function in life better than this woman. She's a retard, in the fullest sense of the word. Why else would she think it's a good idea to circle the mall food court for 7 years of her life? Everyday?!
So I'm finishing up my quick lunch in the food court, griping over my latest manicure in which blood was drawn, and as I stand up ready to leave, this woman comes and grabs my drink before I even have my bag on. I simply go, "HEY!" to which she does nothing more than continue to waddle away, so I come up behind her and trip her, saving the Diet Pepsi from her vile hands. She hits the floor in a gross SMACK and begins to howl, in perfect coherent English, and security comes after ME.
I tell them the story, and they just go, "Well, we really can't do anything to her...Because, you know, she's special."
FUCK THAT NOISE.
She's not fucking SPECIAL. She's a goddamn retard! Where are her caretakers? Why do my tax dollars go to her using my fucking shopping mall as a daycare center?! Why is she not institutionalized like she needs to be?!
I leave the mall and come up on a couple of guys who wave me down, as in, jump in my field of vision while I'm walking with the Ear Candies on so I can't pretend to ignore them. OF COURSE they want handouts. They're from Roxbury and need to get the train back to Boston.
...WTF. I say...I ask why they found it to be a good idea to come down to Providence without a return fare? And why they don't even have 20 bucks to get two tickets back on the commuter rail with enough left over to buy them each a coffee?
I get dumbfounded looks...and he asks for my soda.
...I just fucking chuck it at him and walk away.
Moral of the story: Listening to KMFDM on an overcrowded bus makes me angry.
Rockin' for now,
Suu
If you were listening to KMFDM, then you already know what you have to do.
BOMB THE LIVING BEJEEPERS OUT OF THOSE FORCES.
SUU IS A DRUG AGAINST WAR!!!!
WHEN IN DOUBT, ADD MORE ULTRA HEAVY BEATS
Shanghai-Stockholm-Berlin-Tel Aviv
The world rotates to the Ultra-Heavy Beat
From the gutter to the top
KMFDM will never stop
Violence, anger and anarchy
A megaton load of toxic debris
Money, power, all you can eat
The manifestation of ultimate greed
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:mittens: :lulz:
:mittens: !!
Payne wins.
Since this is geared toward the good Dok, I thought I'd ask this:
Since when did we allow you to leave the compound? Seriously, I left you unattended in hopes that you'd behave, telling you that if you tried to escape again the big bubble would come and drag you kicking and screaming back to us where you'd just end up getting gassed again.
Seriously, prisoner 99.....
Where did we go wrong?
Quote from: Sir Digby Chicken Caesar! on October 20, 2010, 10:42:07 PM
Since this is geared toward the good Dok, I thought I'd ask this:
Since when did we allow you to leave the compound? Seriously, I left you unattended in hopes that you'd behave, telling you that if you tried to escape again the big bubble would come and drag you kicking and screaming back to us where you'd just end up getting gassed again.
Seriously, prisoner 99.....
Where did we go wrong?
I just need a hug. :sad:
Quote from: Sir Digby Chicken Caesar! on October 20, 2010, 10:42:07 PM
Since this is geared toward the good Dok, I thought I'd ask this:
Since when did we allow you to leave the compound? Seriously, I left you unattended in hopes that you'd behave, telling you that if you tried to escape again the big bubble would come and drag you kicking and screaming back to us where you'd just end up getting gassed again.
Seriously, prisoner 99.....
Where did we go wrong?
What are you doing here? Where's my fucking Opera?
Don't say I didn't give you material! I have the whole first act about the cursed sword that only hits people in the balls written. There's the bit about the latex clad nuns sinking model ships in to Bismark's butt as he stoically hums the overture to "die meistersinger" complete with hobnail goose stepping percussion section that I texted you too!
Quote from: Richter on October 20, 2010, 10:49:20 PM
Quote from: Sir Digby Chicken Caesar! on October 20, 2010, 10:42:07 PM
Since this is geared toward the good Dok, I thought I'd ask this:
Since when did we allow you to leave the compound? Seriously, I left you unattended in hopes that you'd behave, telling you that if you tried to escape again the big bubble would come and drag you kicking and screaming back to us where you'd just end up getting gassed again.
Seriously, prisoner 99.....
Where did we go wrong?
What are you doing here? Where's my fucking Opera?
Don't say I didn't give you material! I have the whole first act about the cursed sword that only hits people in the balls written. There's the bit about the latex clad nuns sinking model ships in to Bismark's butt as he stoically hums the overture to "die meistersinger" complete with hobnail goose stepping percussion section that I texted you too!
I'm going to start pasting printouts of your posts, sans context, all over Tucson.
Just saying.
You have my blessing.
In fact, if you do it long enough, and I ever get anythign published, future scholars will beat each other bloody in bars and classrooms debating whether I was original or jsut ripping off the posted rambling of dissidents and the homeless insane. The thought makes me happy in happy places. ALL the happy places.
To explain this interhorseshit:
Richter:
"So we write a modern take on Wagnerian opera: "Der Ballshlager", perform it, and get banned from ever staging plays again.....ASAP, art can't wait. You songwrite and i'll provide pretentious gradiosity."
Me:
"That's fine...You're always riding my coat tails."
Richter:
"Fine. YOU come up with Wagnerian comedy! It's not easy! It's like stoically humming Die Meistersinger as the Bismark slowly slides into your butt as forty latex clad nuns moan out Loki's lietmotif with their goose stepping hobnail boots providing a double time percussion. YOU HAVE TO SUFFER FOR IT! STOICALLY!!...It's like two grown men have a mensur fight with dongs and holding straight faces!"
I don't know what the hell that was but half of my stomach contents shot out of my nose, the other half, my ass.
Good work gentlemen! :lol:
THERE WILL BE NO WAGNERIAN OPERA WITHOUT THE PUBLISHMENT AND SEMINAL PERFORMANCE OF ANNE FRANK: THE MUSICAL, FIRST!
I'd rather not mention "Seminal" in relation to that endeavor.
In fact I'd rather not mention it at all. The Endowment for the Arts has threatened to lock me in a room with B. Walters and C. Chung if I ever apply for fundign for it again.
After this, it's on to:
"MUPPETS: THE THINGS THEY CARRIED".
GENIUS! The Yippers need to be the two Buddhist monks who would help the soldiers clean their .50 cal.