Neanderpundit

Ate a tin of smoked oysters, washed them down with a bananna.

The shape of the stomach tends to make me belch twice- once from the lower stomach to the upper, once from the upper out. Sort of like two men wiht tape recorders up their nose.

Anyway, banannas and smoked oysters- in reruns, anyway- taste less nasty than one might expect.

Pulled into a parking lot behind some shitbox car covered with anti-bush anti-war anti-military bumperstickers. She dove for a good spot, lest she have to walk an extra two feet to the door.

I parked, as is my norm, far away, the walk doing me good and the distance doing the Exploder’s paint good.

As I approached she was STILL getting out of her car, yapping on the phone. Thankfully, she did turn the damned thing off. I said “I like your bumper stickers” She smiles and says “You hate bush too, huh?” I said “No, they let everyone know you’re a retard and to give you wide berth”. She turned in a huff and flipped me off. Nice.