I thought it was supposed to be freaky Fridays. Fuck Disney and their warped world view; as I recently discovered, Sunday is certainly the most freaky of the week.
1. While walking home from breakfast we passed a nice elderly couple sitting on a bench eating ice cream, aww. Shortly after a young man with headphones on begins walking directly at my friend and I, on that fairly busy street.
he had both middle fingers up, pointing them directly at my friend. He came closer. He thrust said middle fingers into Joe's face and when Joe (all six foot five of him) tried to ignore the fingers and walk on by, the young man shoved Joe.
We wanted nothing of this strange young man who seemed determined to start shit on a sunny Sunday morning, so after exchanging some words he left us alone.
We were a couple hundred feet away when we heard the young man yelling profanity and threats again; this time they were directed at the elderly couple, and most likely their ice cream. The guy was lunging at them with his fists, and generally being a complete smack head.
We turned and began making our way back to them.
The guy reached down, picked up a rock, and threw it at the old people, and perhaps their ice cream.
At that point, the old man stood up and went after the guy (we were still a bit off)... The assailant immediately dropped everything and went running off down the sidewalk.
What. The. Fuck. I've been trying to wrap my brain around what happend all day and honestly what the fuck was that guy on.
2. Joe and I headed out for a "tour de Nuge," 100 mile bike ride (see map)
We stopped at a BP in the bustling metropolis that is Grass Lake, Michigan for some Gatorade and donuts. As I was taking off my helmet, with my back to the parking lot, I felt something on my ass.
What could it be?
Hm, a hand... yes definitely a hand.
A hand that is now squeezing my ass... once... twice... honk honk.
What's this! was that a tickle!?
As I turn around a woman not a day under 55 stumbles away while giving me an unsincere, "ooops excuse me."
Baby, that is not okay. I've had my ass honked before by drunk girls at a bar (just ask chelsea about our night out in Tulsa), but 3pm on a Sunday afternoon... in a gas station parking lot...
and the tickle was just WAY too intimate.
If you're tickling my ass, you better know my name (and be hot)... strike that (or be hot).
Now I sit down to watch four hours of Michel Gondry DVD. In case you were wondering, yes, that makes it alllll better.
1. While walking home from breakfast we passed a nice elderly couple sitting on a bench eating ice cream, aww. Shortly after a young man with headphones on begins walking directly at my friend and I, on that fairly busy street.
he had both middle fingers up, pointing them directly at my friend. He came closer. He thrust said middle fingers into Joe's face and when Joe (all six foot five of him) tried to ignore the fingers and walk on by, the young man shoved Joe.
We wanted nothing of this strange young man who seemed determined to start shit on a sunny Sunday morning, so after exchanging some words he left us alone.
We were a couple hundred feet away when we heard the young man yelling profanity and threats again; this time they were directed at the elderly couple, and most likely their ice cream. The guy was lunging at them with his fists, and generally being a complete smack head.
We turned and began making our way back to them.
The guy reached down, picked up a rock, and threw it at the old people, and perhaps their ice cream.
At that point, the old man stood up and went after the guy (we were still a bit off)... The assailant immediately dropped everything and went running off down the sidewalk.
What. The. Fuck. I've been trying to wrap my brain around what happend all day and honestly what the fuck was that guy on.
2. Joe and I headed out for a "tour de Nuge," 100 mile bike ride (see map)
We stopped at a BP in the bustling metropolis that is Grass Lake, Michigan for some Gatorade and donuts. As I was taking off my helmet, with my back to the parking lot, I felt something on my ass.
What could it be?
Hm, a hand... yes definitely a hand.
A hand that is now squeezing my ass... once... twice... honk honk.
What's this! was that a tickle!?
As I turn around a woman not a day under 55 stumbles away while giving me an unsincere, "ooops excuse me."
Baby, that is not okay. I've had my ass honked before by drunk girls at a bar (just ask chelsea about our night out in Tulsa), but 3pm on a Sunday afternoon... in a gas station parking lot...
and the tickle was just WAY too intimate.
If you're tickling my ass, you better know my name (and be hot)... strike that (or be hot).
Now I sit down to watch four hours of Michel Gondry DVD. In case you were wondering, yes, that makes it alllll better.
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So now you've a stalker, lol