fucking simple minded motherfuckers…

it all starts when i go to my pub to play pool and drink my beloved old grandad.
it all goes downhill from there.
why do you go to the pub?
to get drunk.
explain this to all the fratboys and the dumb bitches that go there to find a husband/hookup/etc.
they ruin the experience for me.
i’d be perfectly content if no jerkass went to my pub.

why in fuck’s name would you get upset for me not saying “hi!!” to you?
i’m drinking….it’s a bar, that’s what it is there for. not saying “hi!!”–that is for the phone, or email, or some other mediocre form of communication.
and on top of that—the dumbasses expect me to congratulate them on their spring break in panama city.
good job–you went to shithole capital of the world and drank (no one i have talked to about this scored either).
damn, i wish i was there for that!!
idiots; i bet they still ask mommy permission to go out and play wiffleball (which does rule, just so ya know).
i was in florida a few weeks ago for bike week—and it was great…..the reason being that the only people down there besides some surly bikers were canadian spring breakers. that’s a story for another time though.

so there i was shooting stick like always, enjoying my whiskey, and some fat bitch puts her flabby ass on the table…..no big deal, i just slap it with the butt of my stick. she moved.

then some dumb person decides it would be a “funny trick” to move the ball i am shooting at in midshot.
don’t these people realize that others have been killed for much less?
don’t they realize that they live in a world that i don’t recognize as existent?
i wish a black plague on them all.
and then a firebomb on the the crap (also called “gap” to all you hipsters).

so i didn’t say hi. i stared at you when walked in, i stared at you when you left–you don’t satisfy me until you leave my perimeter.
all i want is a good friend, a bottle of grandad, and a pool table. that is my satisfaction.
of course people will say “how can that make you happy?”
to that response, i answer this—-
nothing makes me happy, i only exist on one plane, and that plane is my personal one.
i do what i do, and that’s it. there is nothing else. i will never show you what i feel, and i will never show you any respect-because from you all i receive are lies.
i’ve been to the place where all the tough guys go–and i’m enjoying my satisfaction from it. without you interfering with it.

satisfaction is what i want, and is what i shall receive. time to warm up my punching knuckles………with the kung-fu action grip.