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Tick Dickler
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i got some time to kill so:
i decided to take a little hike today, maybe look at some knives, (which you apparently have to be 18 to buy). so i took the bus to the next city because i like the forrest there. before heading out i saw this guy spanging. i was just gonna ignore him but then i remembered that karma is a total fucking bitch so i bought him a hot spinach pie and something to drink. i gave it to him, and he didnt even fucking thank me. he just tossed it aside and didnt even look at me. what the fuck. i wanted to take it from him and throw it in the thrash. not that i need a thank you, but if someone gave me a hot pie and a drink i would be fucking grateful. but, i remembered that karma is a total bitch, and tried to explain to him that he would be better off just shoplifting, and gave him instructions on where the cameras were and shit. he didnt even care and just kept asking people for money. this fucking country has so much money that even the hobos are spoiled little brats. most of them act like everyone owns them money. no one owes you shit. and they fucking complain.
is this what "scum fucks" in america are like?
the average hobo here makes 350$ a day spanging. plus some of them get a weekly payment from the government. its such an insane amount of money. some people even spange and work together.
but, i walked away continuing my day.
but now it turns out that i dont have enough money for the bus home thanks to this ungrateful shit. so i have to walk all the way. halfway, i pull out my leatherman, and when the knife is halfway opened, it slips through my hand and fucking cuts up my entire hand. blood fucking everywhere.
okay this cant get worse right. RIGHT?
so wrap up my hand in a plastic bag and continue home trough the forrest.
and of course i manage to get lost. so now i have to walk through the forrest, hand all bloody, and cell phone dead.
i finally manage to find a path and i follow it forever. turns out it lead nowhere and i have to walk back all the way.
then i look down, and what do i fucking see? god damn bear tracks EVERYWHERE. they looked pretty fresh, so i took the leatherman, and tied it to the end of a stick. of course, cutting my self in the process. i dont know if it would have worked and im glad i didnt get to test it.
now, soaking wet, cold, bloody, and with a fucking headache, i can finally get home.
so i have to walk up the highway. i made sure to stay on the other side of the fence the entire way. im finally at the top, when this guy comes speeding towards me out of nowhere. i quickly walk out of the way but he keeps steering towards me. im now standing in the ditch and stop completely to wait for him to pass.
and then it happens. he does a quick turn, and im sure im gonna die. right when he hits me i close my eyes and hear a loud BANG.
so im gonna try to explain: my guess is he was drunk or something. he couldnt keep control of the car, and he just missed me, knocking my drpepper out of my back pocket. one more inch and i would have died. i hope it broke his window or some shit.
i just lay down in the snow and cant believe im alive. jesus fucking christ that was crazy. im starting to think that this just a bad dream. how can all this shit happen in a day?
so i had to walk through the forrest all the way home, in complete darkness and im freezing.
FUCK YOU KARMA FUCK YOUR SHIT IM DONE WITH YOU THIS IS THE LAST FUCKING TIME.
aaarrggggh... it felt good to get that out.
i decided to take a little hike today, maybe look at some knives, (which you apparently have to be 18 to buy). so i took the bus to the next city because i like the forrest there. before heading out i saw this guy spanging. i was just gonna ignore him but then i remembered that karma is a total fucking bitch so i bought him a hot spinach pie and something to drink. i gave it to him, and he didnt even fucking thank me. he just tossed it aside and didnt even look at me. what the fuck. i wanted to take it from him and throw it in the thrash. not that i need a thank you, but if someone gave me a hot pie and a drink i would be fucking grateful. but, i remembered that karma is a total bitch, and tried to explain to him that he would be better off just shoplifting, and gave him instructions on where the cameras were and shit. he didnt even care and just kept asking people for money. this fucking country has so much money that even the hobos are spoiled little brats. most of them act like everyone owns them money. no one owes you shit. and they fucking complain.
is this what "scum fucks" in america are like?
the average hobo here makes 350$ a day spanging. plus some of them get a weekly payment from the government. its such an insane amount of money. some people even spange and work together.
but, i walked away continuing my day.
but now it turns out that i dont have enough money for the bus home thanks to this ungrateful shit. so i have to walk all the way. halfway, i pull out my leatherman, and when the knife is halfway opened, it slips through my hand and fucking cuts up my entire hand. blood fucking everywhere.
okay this cant get worse right. RIGHT?
so wrap up my hand in a plastic bag and continue home trough the forrest.
and of course i manage to get lost. so now i have to walk through the forrest, hand all bloody, and cell phone dead.
i finally manage to find a path and i follow it forever. turns out it lead nowhere and i have to walk back all the way.
then i look down, and what do i fucking see? god damn bear tracks EVERYWHERE. they looked pretty fresh, so i took the leatherman, and tied it to the end of a stick. of course, cutting my self in the process. i dont know if it would have worked and im glad i didnt get to test it.
now, soaking wet, cold, bloody, and with a fucking headache, i can finally get home.
so i have to walk up the highway. i made sure to stay on the other side of the fence the entire way. im finally at the top, when this guy comes speeding towards me out of nowhere. i quickly walk out of the way but he keeps steering towards me. im now standing in the ditch and stop completely to wait for him to pass.
and then it happens. he does a quick turn, and im sure im gonna die. right when he hits me i close my eyes and hear a loud BANG.
so im gonna try to explain: my guess is he was drunk or something. he couldnt keep control of the car, and he just missed me, knocking my drpepper out of my back pocket. one more inch and i would have died. i hope it broke his window or some shit.
i just lay down in the snow and cant believe im alive. jesus fucking christ that was crazy. im starting to think that this just a bad dream. how can all this shit happen in a day?
so i had to walk through the forrest all the way home, in complete darkness and im freezing.
FUCK YOU KARMA FUCK YOUR SHIT IM DONE WITH YOU THIS IS THE LAST FUCKING TIME.
aaarrggggh... it felt good to get that out.