February 23, 2008

Fun with Hippies

Og at Neanderpundit has a great story:
Fun with Fucktards
So I go into Wild Oats Market tonight, in search of steel cut oats.

And I find them, very quickly, and am ready to leave. The macrobiotic patchouli scented crap was making me crazy, and the hippies were making me sick. One couple, in particular, were particularly annoying. As I reached for my can of Irish steel cut oats, I noticed him making hand gestures toward his ear (He didn�t have a bluetooth headset in, I did) and overheard him saying �ooh, I�m so cool, I have bluetooth�.

Actually, it�s nothing of the sort, I frankly forgot I had it in, and I do hate looking like the Borg.

But hey, I thought, why not have some fun with it.

So i walked a bit further down the aisle. Now, I�m out of range- the phone itself is out in the car. This headset, when it goes out of range of the phone, the blue light goes on, and the headset beeps.

So I put my hand to my ear.
�hello?�

The hippie couple look up from their macrobiotic organically grown fuckstick sprouts.

�Yeah, it�s me. How can I help you?�

Of course, there�s nobody there, the headset is disconnected but the light is on, and THEY don�t know it�s out of range.

�Oh, sure. yeah? Take the shot.�

Hippies look up

�Yeah, take the shot. it�s fine.�

a pause. I nod my head.

�Third and fourth Thoracic Vertebra. Really.�

Hippies beginning to look startled

�Draw an imaginary line from the top of the left to the top of the right shoulder, and about four inches below the center.�

�No, nobody will ever know. Nobody living, anyway.�

�Don�t jerk the trigger. You remember the training.�

�Yes, each one is a little easier than the last. This is what, five?�

�Nine? Wow, time flies. Is that the siencer? You should have put that on earlier.�
Read the rest -- wish I could have been there to see this... Posted by DaveH at February 23, 2008 1:27 PM
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