Datawhore Studio News: Those Hated

Ever since I've reached the age of reason, it has become my obligation to have hundreds of people confront me in a single half-weekend. I get to meet many, and all, kinds of bygones from handicapped to redneck. This is when I'm given the time-window to classify which people I can tolerate and these who make me want to stab them with their own dismembered ribs. The first on the list are those who dress up in full basketball attire, fully equipped with the additional head/wrist bands, and claim they have whats self-proclaimed as game? or skills? just because their childhood park had a basketball court in it. Truth be told, just because youre wearing an athletes[ Teen Party ] uniform, buy their endorsed propaganda, and have a poster of one with a forged autograph pinned to the back of your door, doesnt not bless you with the abilities of someone you see on TV. All that does for you is make you a nobody in disguise. These are the same cock-smacks who participate in what I call Mexican showers?. Mexican showers is a means of lowering the water bill by neglecting to bathe and cover up your funk with cologne that doesnt even smell half way decent. These people grow up to mow our lawns and live with extended families. Heres another group of rectal dysfunctions that should be sodomized in front of their loved ones: Those who have somehow managed to verbally regurgitated something mildly funny but have to say it again and again in the exact same manner of which they said it the first time because they thought no one heard it, but did, and wont let it go until EVERYONE has. Theyll think it was so funny, theyll bring it up whenever your presence emanates. The worst part is, these people will never be cool. All the money in the world couldnt make them cool. Most of the time, these same people talk about their toys? in front of the opposite sex in hopes that'll bring them to their knees and follow through. A bit of advice; you NEVER bring up your toys, like a spruced up car or[ Shiny Rims ] whatever Mom got for you on Christmas, unless its a last resort. And even then it doesnt work well. You dont see too many girls going home with someone because his rims are all shiny and can spin, do you? One more stringent of people who should have their faced smashed in with a rock for our entertainment? those who like to decorate their heads with a do-rag (half open sock with strings) and the hats that are worn almost falling off with the bill thats flatter than Popeyes girlfriend wearing a corset. I suppose they wear ?em so they dont have to see how bad it looks. But how can they possibly think that resembles anything close to good fashion?! A dead piece of animal nailed to the back of my calf would look better than that goofy-ass, flat-billed NY hat with a nylon strap covering nappy roots any day. If you disagree with me, then you'll never be happy. That is all. -DLAK

25 Jun 2008 by Dlak 0 comments

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