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Friday, November 11, 2011

Sometimes Being a Yatch is All I Have to Hold On To

I ran by Wal-Mart today. I know, I really need to stop going to the Shadle Wal-Mart because bad things happen there (yes, I am referring to the hiked up skirt incident) but then what would I blog about?

I am walking through the parking lot, and I have just buttoned my keys into my coat pocket and pulled my hood up. This truck full of camo covered hicks drives up slowly and yells something at me. I thought they had told me I had dropped something out of my pocket. So I look down at the ground and reach for my pocket.

Cue redneck laughter.

I suddenly realize that they have yelled that I have dropped my pocket.

Hicks: Got ya!

Now, I am not proud of what came next. But they had not, in fact, "got me".

Me: Hey, I think you dropped your girlfriend! Oh yeah, you never had one!

Then I flipped them the bird.

I know, I know. It was totally a snotty thing to do, Immature. Definitely took the low road there. But come on, hillbillies, if you want to "get" someone, you make sure you aren't driving by in a diesel truck that makes what you are saying hard to hear. And besides, sometimes being a biatch is the only thing I have to hold on to,

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