Saturday, December 5, 2009

I had just...



dropped my family (yes, I have one, but they hate me) off at the airport and was back on my way home, when I came across this dream catcher, surely sent by Trash Angels to bring comfort to all droolers.

The local "airport" is in the middle of fucking nowhere and you have to drive through these really shitty towns to get there. I almost ran off the road when I saw this piece of absolute fucking shit. And it's really a shame that I didn't, because some snake handlin' Pentecostals were just getting out of church and I probably could have taken out a few dozen of those miserable pigs.

Have you ever noticed that the men that run these disgusting cults are always sporting shit eating grins, while their sad slaves wives always look like Terri Schiavo on a bad day. I might find it particularly hard to smile if I was dragging one of those butt fucking ugly denim ensembles around.

Anyway, I pulled off the road to take these pics and I kid you not, this dream catcher was the size of a goddamn trailer. I sat in front of it for hours, hoping that it would catch all my shitty karma, but by the number on the scale this morning at the doctor's office, it's not working.

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