So why is it that whenever I use a locker, even if it’s at 3am two months after armageddon, there is ALWAYS ALWAYS someone undressing RIGHT next to me or he’s headed in and will be there before I can even take off my shoes. Really. Always. …and of course we’re the only two in there, in a locker room with 9000 lockers and he just HAS to be right next to me.
Really, never else in life is anything else so fucking consistent. I wish I could bet on it in Vegas. I’d be richer than Bill Gates.
Speaking of Morons (which I wasn’t but I will now) and bad . . . BAD tattoos, I saw a real loo loo in the locker room yesterday. Have a look. I drew a likeness of it for you. It was written right down this moron’s bicep, from his shoulder to his elbow. I think it speaks for itself:
Uh Huh. You see rightly. Fucknut tattoo artist can’t spell. Oh well. Sorry , dude! I fucked your arm up for life ‘n shit! I’ll give you a $10 buck discount.