Does anyone wanna suck my popsicle?

Aw c’mon. You have a dirty mind – admit it. You do. Why else are you here? You have a ‘rant’ fetish? (How very original.)

Well my point is: I like stuff that others don’t – there your dirty mind goes again – what I meant was that I like to let off steam, you know vent a bit, using colourful lingo. I like it. I do it all the time. Privately. But I can’t be alone all day. So I do it in the privacy of my own little blog. Everything’s fine so far. So what the problem. I don’t have any. But some of you do. Again, just ’some’ of you.

So you don’t like what I like. Hey, that happens all the time in life to me. The jerk who cuts in front of you in traffic. The dumb chic crossing the street like it was a catwalk. The stupid goofball yapping into his mobile (Urgent grocery-list call!) while weaving through traffic with one hand on the handlebar. The mofo with a fancy car that he throws into 1-2-3-4th gear and back 4-3-2-1st gear within 10 feet. I could go on. And I think I will… The bastard who can’t make up his mind whether to turn right or left. The kambi-chettan on a bike that’s missing a silencer, gawping at the pretty young things at every bus-stop. Heck, even the jerkoffs who insist on riding their cycles 3-aside on a busy main road. They all piss me off. But what the hell, I just drive by. My time’s far too precious to waste on miss-timed ejaculates like those.

I’d rather reach where I’m going and daydream, write a blog post, guzzle some 42.8*proof vodka, or watch some porn and wank off. It’s so much more fulfilling.

That brings me back to my popsicle… (mmm it’s sooo goood) It’s raspberry. I know not many people like raspberry flavour. But I do. So if you don’t like raspberry, don’t suck it. Go try flying copulation. But please do it away from here. Don’t want wads of your yucky stuff on my screen. So what’s my point, again? Weeell, right now it looks purple.

(Hey, your mind’s dirty. And my tongue is. We’re even.)