I'm an asshole.
Not a c&nt, not a bitch, not a whore. Not any other misogynist insult.
An asshole. And a fucking asshole at that.
Thanks, train guy, for making my day in truly the weirdest of ways.
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Tales of all things knitted, purled, finished, and unfinished.
4 comments:
What a lovely, surreal post.
Hahaha.
That was awesome...(and I can just hear Dennis Leary singing it, too... A-SS-HO-LE...)
Not as much as he is, though.
You can't just say that then leave us wondering what you did to provoke a nice guy into calling you names. I'm sure it was something completely awful: poked his eye out with a needle; ran over his dog with your car; murdered his wife and kids; took the seat he wanted on the train; or refused to knit him socks!
The joys of running the bus to school, er, work.
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