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My first fight in 15 years.
Fuckin piss ant pencil necked loudmothed hunch backed cloven hooved hairlipped potbellied dickless shitguzzling cocksmoking motherraping mincing fucking fuck face.
I hate. I never mean that when I say it, but I mean this: I hate when I lose my wits and lower myself to the level of some neandra-fuck.
Helping a woman and her husband push their car out this morning. I stop and push people out. Sorry, am I in your fucking way? Tough shit. Old folks and women with kids in the car get stuck in the snow and I don't. How fucking hard is it to take 2 fucking minutes and help push somebody out? or change a flat tire? Last march I was in the parking lot of a friggin mall in CT, a woman with a cast on her arm and a kid in a stroller had a flat and was struggling to get her spare out of the trunk.. and while I was parking I watched no less than 20 guys walk right the fuck past her. I WAS SO MAD I COULD HAVE EATEN CHICKEN TONIGHT! well... not that mad... so I changed her tire. I thougth she was going to cry. She tried to give me money!! How funny.
back to this morning... I am pushing this car out for these two older folks and we are blocking the way of a guy in an Audi TT. I should have known he was starting a meltdown when he didn't even get out of the car to say "Is this going to take long?" out his window. Taking too long, Clitcock? GET THE FUCK OUT AND HELP!
He got out alright. all 65kg of him in his fucking galoshes, what kind of assnozzle wears galoshes in a blizzard?, to suggest that the husband and I stand up and walk around the side of the car so he could pull out. Like we were having a bbq and were maliciously trying to fuck him up.
I went ballistic and said in my crappy Icelandic, "It's really not a problem, but you can wait. Get back in your car."
He says in english "You're not from here, you shouldn't talk that way to people, buddy" that form of 'buddy' in Icelandic is reserved for young kids, it litterally means 'little boy'.
HOLD THE PHONE, what the fuck did you just say? I think I called him an asshole, not sure really. Kind of happended pretty fast. I didn't even break stride, grabbed his coat collar and pinned him up against his car, he slipped and slammed his back against the car, I might have pushed a little harder than need be. He took a swing at me and popped me in the side of the head. I full on snap punched him in the face. Pretty square on, too, lucky little fucker that I had down mittens on or I would have customized his fucking face. Snapped his head back pretty good though. I think he wet himself.
Sad part is he started to freak, shaking fumbling to get back in his car, old man I was trying to help is now fucking saucer eyed and telling me its ok, he can push it out himself, backing away from me like I have blood on my fangs... fuck. I got snippy with him, which I am embarrassed about now and we pushed his car out on the next couple tries. Of course Jonny Shitstain gave me the standard 'Fuck you, foreigner' parting shot out his window.
I am nautious, shakey and still madder than hell. At myself.
the moral of the story is the guy you are fucking with might not have gotten laid since the time of the Pharohs, so be careful who you call 'boy', boy.
Fuckin piss ant pencil necked loudmothed hunch backed cloven hooved hairlipped potbellied dickless shitguzzling cocksmoking motherraping mincing fucking fuck face.
I hate. I never mean that when I say it, but I mean this: I hate when I lose my wits and lower myself to the level of some neandra-fuck.
Helping a woman and her husband push their car out this morning. I stop and push people out. Sorry, am I in your fucking way? Tough shit. Old folks and women with kids in the car get stuck in the snow and I don't. How fucking hard is it to take 2 fucking minutes and help push somebody out? or change a flat tire? Last march I was in the parking lot of a friggin mall in CT, a woman with a cast on her arm and a kid in a stroller had a flat and was struggling to get her spare out of the trunk.. and while I was parking I watched no less than 20 guys walk right the fuck past her. I WAS SO MAD I COULD HAVE EATEN CHICKEN TONIGHT! well... not that mad... so I changed her tire. I thougth she was going to cry. She tried to give me money!! How funny.
back to this morning... I am pushing this car out for these two older folks and we are blocking the way of a guy in an Audi TT. I should have known he was starting a meltdown when he didn't even get out of the car to say "Is this going to take long?" out his window. Taking too long, Clitcock? GET THE FUCK OUT AND HELP!
He got out alright. all 65kg of him in his fucking galoshes, what kind of assnozzle wears galoshes in a blizzard?, to suggest that the husband and I stand up and walk around the side of the car so he could pull out. Like we were having a bbq and were maliciously trying to fuck him up.
I went ballistic and said in my crappy Icelandic, "It's really not a problem, but you can wait. Get back in your car."
He says in english "You're not from here, you shouldn't talk that way to people, buddy" that form of 'buddy' in Icelandic is reserved for young kids, it litterally means 'little boy'.
HOLD THE PHONE, what the fuck did you just say? I think I called him an asshole, not sure really. Kind of happended pretty fast. I didn't even break stride, grabbed his coat collar and pinned him up against his car, he slipped and slammed his back against the car, I might have pushed a little harder than need be. He took a swing at me and popped me in the side of the head. I full on snap punched him in the face. Pretty square on, too, lucky little fucker that I had down mittens on or I would have customized his fucking face. Snapped his head back pretty good though. I think he wet himself.
Sad part is he started to freak, shaking fumbling to get back in his car, old man I was trying to help is now fucking saucer eyed and telling me its ok, he can push it out himself, backing away from me like I have blood on my fangs... fuck. I got snippy with him, which I am embarrassed about now and we pushed his car out on the next couple tries. Of course Jonny Shitstain gave me the standard 'Fuck you, foreigner' parting shot out his window.
I am nautious, shakey and still madder than hell. At myself.
the moral of the story is the guy you are fucking with might not have gotten laid since the time of the Pharohs, so be careful who you call 'boy', boy.
