So I went out the front of the house to put a bit more in the recycling, and there is this elder Asian guy pulling up on a bicycle. He proceeds to open the lawn clippings bag and starts putting plastic bottle into it. I pull the plastic bottles out and put them in the recycling bin. He shakes his finger at me, puts the grass clippings bag on the back of his bike, gets the bottles out of the recycling and puts them in the grass clippings bag and points down the road. So I help him strap the...frankly giant bag to his bike and watch as he pedals away.
Yeah, why not? He's funny, he's classy, he's cool, what's not to like? YOU GOT A PROBLEM WITH THAT, HARP?
While on a bus last week, some dude walks in while drinking a tall can of beer, carrying a small guitar case... I was worried that he might have had a gun in said case, given his sketchy appearance & how he seemed to be casing the bus.
How is this at all weird? The guy was taking plastic bottles form a free recycling center to one where he could get a container deposit for it. In this way, he could raise some petty cash for nice things. What's unclear?
The insults never end with you, do they? First you highlight this spray-painting business, which is the worst aspect imaginable of an otherwise wonderful character. Now you show me something that looks like a Goth Lego? Are you serious right now?
A positive role model for young girls. Not a penis-hungry slattern. This must be why you don't respect her.
My boss told another manager he could use my phone charger. Of course I let him because I'm a marshmallow and I can't get snappy with my boss, but still!
I was getting onto the freeway by Miller Park and the Brewers sausages were on the bridge waving at cars. I waved back at the wieners.
A long time ago, at University, I went to the toilet when I heard somebody in the bathroom stall next to me say: "Ah, chocolate. Nice." Another time I was sitting in a park and this big black woman was talking on the phone right next to me. It went on and on, stuff about social welfare, alimony, her son, et cetera. After a while I got up to leave, and she said: "Where are you going? I'm talking to you."