Therefore, the only thing I can do, clearly, is cleanse the crap from my aura by explicating my problem via a Simon and Garfunkel song. I’m sure many of you do the same. So without delay, I present to you:
The Sound of Violence
Hello douchebag, my old friend,
Look here, you’ve cut me off again,
Into my lane rudely creeping,
Slung your car at me while I sat beeping,
And the collision that was granted to my frame
Still remains
Within the sound of violence.
In vexed steam I waited alone
Narrow streets near my home,
Where I could only sit & cuss,
And I turned my back to such a fuss
When my eyes were stabbed by the flash of
A five-oh’s light
That such delight
Could complete the sound of violence.
And in that stupid street I saw
A family of assholes in a car.
Jerks talking without listening,
Wanks threatening me even more,
Driver using words I never heard
And no one cared
About the sound of violence.
A-hole, said I, you do not know
You drive like a blinded mole.
Hear my words that I might teach you,
Better yet, fuck off, before I beat you.
But my words like silent raindrops fell,
And I said
Why don’t you go to hell?
At last the agent finally came
To the scene that was so lame
The ding, it hardly measured up,
It was no bigger than a cup.
And the guy said, the words of the statements
Are written on the paper here
Sign your names
And we left the sound of violence.
So sorry you had a crappy day. Did the song help?
((((Ann))))
Hugs. Sorry yesterday was so sucktastic. Here’s to a better day!
Yes, I’m fine today. Thanks for all the hugs.
Belated (((((((((((hugs)))))))))))
OMG, LMAO! Not at your sucky day, of course, but at the “Sound of Violence”. I played the whole thing in my head with your words and giggled the entire time! That’s so perfect!
Thanks for the yuks, Ann! Hope your weekend requires no further aura cleansing….
I’m glad the song made somebody laugh; that was the whole point.
Awe – sorry you had a bad day on Weds. Glad to hear that was limited to a 24 hr type deal though! :)