Dung, The Good Enforcer
So I get up this morning and go about usual routine. Brush teeth, wash face, head into kitchen and make some small breakfast for myself. I get dressed, gather whatever belongings I require for the day, check the time to confirm I’m on schedule and leave my house to my car. Two to three steps towards my car and splat, I felt some weight on the back half of my head on upper back. I instantly knew I was a victim to a fly by.
With much frustration, I turn around and head back inside assess the damage, jump in the shower, throw on a new shirt, and head out on my way to work late. While on the drive, I started thinking about the two avenues an asshole would’ve taken had this been their morning.
Asshole Avenue #1
Post up what just happened on Facebook and/or Twitter and end the post with “FML”.
Asshole Avenue #2
Post up what just happened on Facebook and/or Twitter and follow it up with some stupid magical karma shit. Like optimistically claiming this was a sign of good things to come (as if scalp shit functions like those Axe Body Spray Commercials) or publicly announcing to God that they are grateful for whatever good this has done for them (as if hair scat just saved them for some car accident).
Fucking assholes….
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