With all due respect to the 7 legitimate homeless people in SF, just chillin in Ms. Ranger after work in front of The Cassidys. Having a post work Sierra, listening to Ellis. Standard. Rob OLeary calls, we talkin shop, blah X 3...whiteboy homeshit er I mean less, walks on ME AND THE CASSIDYs block and is pulling that I dont have a home, I can talk to myself loudly and scare kids type of behavior. You seen it, you know. So being that K-E-V, protector of all things home having, anti able to work white dude homeless, just had to say something. You see, my landlord Sally had just walked down the street, same direction from where this domicile challenged waste of space was walking. Beautiful lady, in her Golden years. Shes maybe 2 minutes sooner, this absolute saint might get scared or possibly harassed by this golden gate park grandeur. So, and I know it could be deemed tough guy or not for the weak week, had to put this grandmaster of the grass stain in check. Jumped out Ms. Ranger and was like Eh bro. You need to shut it. Walk on in a quiet manner. This is the part I am sure youll love. As soon as I start telling the pharaoh of the flee bites this, it starts walkin toward me and the Ms. talkin shit. I get out the Ms, start walkin towards above mentioned parental mistake and homeshit reaches into its plastic 7-11 bag. Pause button. Yer homeless yet you ponied up ten cents for the bag? Continuing: homeshit reaches into its bag and pulls out a...hahahahahaha...can of 4loco. And as it sees who its actually talking shit to, homeshits forward steps hit reverse. Told it, and I know this is tough guy Roadhouse shit, but I told it to beat it and I dont wanna see it in the hood again. This Public Service Announcement was brought to you by the Anti Able to Work Derelict Piece of Shit Homeless & Its Enablers Coalition.
Posted on: Tue, 05 Aug 2014 23:46:04 +0000
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