he told me
The other day I was in the parking lot of Cottage Thrift Store on Westheimer with a friend. A homeless man was going through a nearby dumpster. Then he walked up with what looked like a jar of baked beans. I looked at him to make sure he wasn’t about to throw beans on my skirt. Instead, he looked right back at me and muttered, “Turn your fat [non sequitorishly insensible words] you hell batch.” Then he threw the beans on the ground as he stomped down the block.
I think he meant “hell bitch” but he had a strong accent.
I kept calling myself Hell Bitch for the rest of the day.
linkelodeon
- Hello Kitty has no mouth.
- best Flash animations in the world
- an ASCII snail
- the sugar-free gum I chew
- “Make Mr. Roarke your personal servant” — the hell? Someone figure out this weird game in which you can also seduce Mr. Roarke.
- speaking of — “Fantasy Island was an ingeniously created series that depicts the nature of God and man.”
- “Concealed Weapon Fanny Packs“
