turn it off...TURN IT OFF!
Don't water your dead grass in the middle of the day. You know why it's dead? Cause we're in a fucking drought you dickweed mofo. You can't stand there with a fag in your mouth watering dirt. DIRT! What a fucking stupid thing to do. And don't even think about smiling at me when I walk past your garden scowling. I should pick up that rock and throw it at your fat head. Turn off your fucking hose. And get a fucking job. And for the love of god, put on a damn shirt.
posted by one word letters at 10:48 AM
8 Comments:
Ugh, spam. Next time kick him in the cunt...
Hearing that story makes me wish that my wheelchair had flame throwers and a cannon launcher
I think I know a bloke who knows a bloke, Rach...
You are such a hippy, Tina. If I had a garden, I'd... not water it, because I can't be arsed.
I just want to know, did he not learn anything from Sesame Street's "Don't waste water" segment?!?!
Doooon't waaaaste waaaaater...water! water! water! water! water!!! (and repeat...)
When I was a kid, we had a big frangipanni tree in our backyard that I used to love climbing. It was my favourite tree. Trees like water, so I wanted to take care of my tree, so I would regularly climb to the top of it and pee on it (at the time I didnt know there was a difference between pee and water, its all wet right?). My mum caught me once and had Dad belt me for it, but I honestly thought I was doing a good thing. Just giving my tree-friend a nice beverage...
Maybe you should suggest to this water bandit that he tries peeing on his dirt, save the water for cardigan wearing pounces with Rose bushes and hedges that look like stuff.
I don't want anybody else, when I think about you I touch myself.
In the eye. With a fork.
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