The White Chrysler: Part II
Yesterday I got a call from my friend Zeke in regards to my latest entry, The White Chrysler.
"Hey, I read your Chrysler story."
"Yeah, what'd you think?"
"I was disappointed."
"Why, you didn't like it?"
"No, it's not that. I just wanted you to do something to her car."
I chuckle.
"Like scratch it or something?"
"No, not scratch it."
"Then what?"
"Piss on it."
"You wanted me to piss on her car?"
"A little urine never hurt anybody."
Zeke definitely had a point. In fact, after talking with him I was disappointed in myself for doing nothing. But remember this—I won't forget that little white Chrysler. I even remember the sticker on her back window. If I ever see that bitch's car again I'm going to piss right on the door handle.
...Well, if I'm in a bad mood...and it's dark out...and I still have a grudge toward her...and had been drinking...heavily.
Better yet, we can settle it once and for all in a steel cage match. "Hacksaw" Jim Duggan will be the special guest referee.
"Hey, I read your Chrysler story."
"Yeah, what'd you think?"
"I was disappointed."
"Why, you didn't like it?"
"No, it's not that. I just wanted you to do something to her car."
I chuckle.
"Like scratch it or something?"
"No, not scratch it."
"Then what?"
"Piss on it."
"You wanted me to piss on her car?"
"A little urine never hurt anybody."
Zeke definitely had a point. In fact, after talking with him I was disappointed in myself for doing nothing. But remember this—I won't forget that little white Chrysler. I even remember the sticker on her back window. If I ever see that bitch's car again I'm going to piss right on the door handle.
...Well, if I'm in a bad mood...and it's dark out...and I still have a grudge toward her...and had been drinking...heavily.
Better yet, we can settle it once and for all in a steel cage match. "Hacksaw" Jim Duggan will be the special guest referee.