It's infinite because there will always be an
infinite amount of assholes to shop at one. I went to one today, and
forgot that we are in the middle of a school break. Lo and behold,
fifteen thousand children, off from school and spending their hard
earned pocket money, that their parent just seem to give them in
abundance. When I was a kid, I was given enough money for a bag of
lollies, and a kick up the arse. These kids are buying $50 brand name
label clothes, and parading around like show-ponies.I ventured into the
Food Court, to get something mildly edible, and was confronted with an
unwashed sea of filth, all vying for their allowance of fucking
McDonalds and KFC, stuffing their children with the grease of ages like
it's a fucking family tradition.
Having
bought a reasonably healthy salad roll, I began my hunt for a seat
amidst the crowd. Motioning to my fiancee that I had found an adequate
abode for our eating, I was beaten by some fat, whore-like mother and
her fat, fucking hateful children to my selected seat. She was like a
vulture swooping in on it's prey. It was truly horrendous, the way her
fat ass squeezed into the seat I had selected, and her kids tore asunder
the film surrounding their greasy prize.I spat on them, and selected
another seat.
I spent the rest of the
day in 'man-stance', which is the position assumed by men in women's
fashion stores while waiting for their other half. It consists of
standing in one spot, arms crossed, and eyeing the other women in the
store, and gauging how fat they are, or, how likely they are to take up
the offer of a quick one in the change rooms.
No comments:
Post a Comment