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St0p1d.

This entry is dedicated to a moron. When waiting for a green light to cross an intersection tonight a moron through threw (I can’t spell and beer doesn’t help) a half-full McDonald’s cups of Fanta at me from a passing car. This entry is dedicated to that moron.

A few things in life makes me ask this question: “What’s the god damn point?” This was one of those things. What was the god damn point of doing that? Since the moron was a lousy thrower, he didn’t hit very well and I only got some on my pants, but still: What was the god damn point of throwing a cup of Fanta – or throwing anything for that matter – at someone just for kicks? If we’d been having a throw-beverages-at-each-other-party or something, it would’ve been OK. Unfortunately, my invitation was lost in the mail.

Dear inbred motherfucker: It’s because of people like you there are wars in this world. People like you and religion. The next time I hope you throw your Fanta at someone with the resources and time to hunt you down and throw a Fanta back at you.

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  1. Oooh, and a one-liner: “Give me the strength to change the things I can, the grace to accept the things I cannot, and a great big bag of money.”

  2. Give me the strength to change the things I can, the willpower to accept the things I cannot change and the wisdom to hide the bodies of those I had to kill because they pissed me off.

  3. I’m all with you Vegard! In Port Macquarie a car drove past and threw an empty Coke-bottle at me and my friends. Not as bad as liquid, but still..

  4. Grant me the serenity to accept the things I cannot change, the courage to change the things I cannot accept and the wisdom to hide the bodies of those people I had to kill today because they pissed me off.