Parking lots.
What a great thing to look at. Well if you are a junkie and it's like a square mile large like Scott Road skytrain, its nice. But cars need space.
I just bought a smogger. A fucking smog machine. For one fucking reason. One fucking reason only. One fucking reason only. It requires that I have to purchase snow tires, to deal with 'uhhh' fucking snow. But only used it once for that purpose since I bought the fucking thing.
Great fun. Of course its nice not having a company vehicle. There are many advantages to that instead of having company name on the side. For one if you leave and through your empty beer out, someone might call your office and say you were 'littering'. At least they had decency for that. But having everyone in the office hear the message, is like, OK he's a bad guy or something. Of course you take the pig farmer excuse and not like blame it on your 'buddy' piggy but take the blame. At least the boss didn't hear that. I totally know what did it too. Was when I left the company car/SUV/van I threw my beer CAN over my shoulder. Its done. Lets through away money. It ain't fucking littering. Not like the idiots that go to Starbucks and put their fucking empty pieces of shit containers in the dumpster statue of liberty crown things they have on dumpsters now. I'm probably one of the fucking 10 in this city, or environs, that have done three things.
1. Never been to Starbucks
2. Were born somewhere in the 604, of now time shite, like Hope to Whistler a bit of contrast there.
3. Took their driving test on a standard, and passed it first time
Oh yeah and I can speak English. But that's a moot point. Basically irrelevant, just means that lotsa 'ethnic' places you can't enjoy. Plus why would you go there, its gonna stink and be stupid. Not like a mosh pit where it stinks and sweaty fucks are around everywhere. Then the fucks without the shirts. Those ones suck. God damn stick to it like a Fly on the Wall or to the fly paper. Speaking of pits. I was it the other day at the Helix/Swollen Members/Ricky, Julian and Bubbles show. Fuck weird show to say the least. Fucking Conky rocked on. No Steve French, but I yelled out a few time about Steve French. Plus of course give me a fucking R. Rap shows are so fucking gay. Holy fuckig christ. Its like so fucking gay. Wave your hands here and there and say like stupid shit. Not like creeping death. Hmmm, lets choose one word and get everyone to chant ti. Deep end was sweet though. Even shutdown for the crowd to yell, well if they knew the tune, haven't found a way to say fuck you politely. Conky got the crowd going. Then Reveeen, Reveen, Reveen. Finally fucking Helix back after a 2 hour break. Give me a fucking R. At least the pit sorta happened up. Weird being at a rock show and no pit. YOu want to feel the tunes. LIke the Tea Party know how to nig up the pig. Eventhough it goes up and down. Its like goes with the beat. Slayer got this from day fucking one. God damn fucking SLAYER. Every song goes Allah akbar, as I call it, like slows down for a bit. It goes with the crowd. The pit is hard on the body. Not clappy de clappy fucking gay European/country/pop/ fuck something that must be royally gay shit. Like clapping is gay. Plus the clap ain't nice.
But the car thing I have. Great I have parked where. Let me think. Driving to work was a nightmare. Sure I was there like at the same time as taking my bike. But then it wasn't the cmoapny vehicle so I had a very hard time to find parking. That's another story, you have to pay money to store your fat ass moving polluting piece of shit thing. But I didn't want to pay for parking, tickets sound like fun. So had to park 3 blocks away. Just work outside downtown. Nowhere downtown free unless you count the flower overpass park there covering up toxic waste.
I have to remember how many parking lots I parked in. Cypress. I think another one. Let me think. I just park on the street in the city. I can't think of another place. Malls, I don't go to those, I don't like in BalliganduSurreyIndia, or like some other wasteland of nothingness. The snow fall came and it was sweet. City got like nothing compared to out in the wasteland of no sidewalks. Now they have the news and potholes in stupid lands of nothingness. I guess there was some DNA found in Port Coqutilam. Buck innocent until you find the crack whores sawed head. I told a dude a work about that aspect and he didn't seem to like it. Odd. Like they have the fucking warning in the paper. This story maybe offensive to some readers. Totally too fucking funny. Should before every fucking story for christ's sake. I find that aspect knee slapping without a question.
I can't think of any other parking lot besides a few driveways in people I saw that live in the front yards of parking lots. No real rush out there for parellel parking.
But when it snowed. That was eh. I tried to open my car and the door was frozen shut. Plus it was there for like 3 days too. So the snow was pilled up on it. I had to go for a walk to buddys house instead. But there were so many cars that hadn't moved. Looks cool walking down the sidewalk, trees inbtween you and the curb of the road, and there are all these other cars that are not 'required' or a 'neccessity' just wasting space. Fucking eh. Use it when I need it. Now it seems like won't be for a fucking while. Need some more storms, just none of that Pineapple express again. Fer fuck sakes. That shite even nigs up Whistler to rain akin to the World Cup of 2005 in February. Hmmm February. Bullshit. Hey, I'll help it nig up Cowtown 2010 part II, Alnigi's revenge. lol. That's too fucking funny man. Seeing all those cars just sitting there was alright. Then I went out to Surrey and it was sad. The front yards are covered with these 'excess' 'polluting' 'transporters'. But there isn't like a front yard. The back yard is what the so-called relm of the parking lot commercial areas is about. That's my 'nature'. Nature? Ain't rural and sure as fuck ain't a city, except maybe in name. Traffic, that's nice. Fuck traffic. Fuck you. Just die.
I need to get a baseball bat. Then I can put that in the backseat. Then some fucker is like retarded, which will take about a minute of driving. Then then next like give them a little home run derby. Fuckin eh. But then again that's against the law, so probably not too good. Making some one shit there pants thinking they will die and cost you 10K fucking eh.
Fuckin Priceless
Get outta my way of my big ass truck
I'm pissed up drunk
And don't really give a flying fuck
Gas isn't expensive. Once it gets over $100 for a small car then maybe. Only $50 for my 50 litre tank. We'll see. Right now I hate paying money for a fucking thing I don't use. Have to put money in the kyke industry of ICBC for nothing. Garbage. Royally and utter.
But I still ride my bike to work.
What a great thing to look at. Well if you are a junkie and it's like a square mile large like Scott Road skytrain, its nice. But cars need space.
I just bought a smogger. A fucking smog machine. For one fucking reason. One fucking reason only. One fucking reason only. It requires that I have to purchase snow tires, to deal with 'uhhh' fucking snow. But only used it once for that purpose since I bought the fucking thing.
Great fun. Of course its nice not having a company vehicle. There are many advantages to that instead of having company name on the side. For one if you leave and through your empty beer out, someone might call your office and say you were 'littering'. At least they had decency for that. But having everyone in the office hear the message, is like, OK he's a bad guy or something. Of course you take the pig farmer excuse and not like blame it on your 'buddy' piggy but take the blame. At least the boss didn't hear that. I totally know what did it too. Was when I left the company car/SUV/van I threw my beer CAN over my shoulder. Its done. Lets through away money. It ain't fucking littering. Not like the idiots that go to Starbucks and put their fucking empty pieces of shit containers in the dumpster statue of liberty crown things they have on dumpsters now. I'm probably one of the fucking 10 in this city, or environs, that have done three things.
1. Never been to Starbucks
2. Were born somewhere in the 604, of now time shite, like Hope to Whistler a bit of contrast there.
3. Took their driving test on a standard, and passed it first time
Oh yeah and I can speak English. But that's a moot point. Basically irrelevant, just means that lotsa 'ethnic' places you can't enjoy. Plus why would you go there, its gonna stink and be stupid. Not like a mosh pit where it stinks and sweaty fucks are around everywhere. Then the fucks without the shirts. Those ones suck. God damn stick to it like a Fly on the Wall or to the fly paper. Speaking of pits. I was it the other day at the Helix/Swollen Members/Ricky, Julian and Bubbles show. Fuck weird show to say the least. Fucking Conky rocked on. No Steve French, but I yelled out a few time about Steve French. Plus of course give me a fucking R. Rap shows are so fucking gay. Holy fuckig christ. Its like so fucking gay. Wave your hands here and there and say like stupid shit. Not like creeping death. Hmmm, lets choose one word and get everyone to chant ti. Deep end was sweet though. Even shutdown for the crowd to yell, well if they knew the tune, haven't found a way to say fuck you politely. Conky got the crowd going. Then Reveeen, Reveen, Reveen. Finally fucking Helix back after a 2 hour break. Give me a fucking R. At least the pit sorta happened up. Weird being at a rock show and no pit. YOu want to feel the tunes. LIke the Tea Party know how to nig up the pig. Eventhough it goes up and down. Its like goes with the beat. Slayer got this from day fucking one. God damn fucking SLAYER. Every song goes Allah akbar, as I call it, like slows down for a bit. It goes with the crowd. The pit is hard on the body. Not clappy de clappy fucking gay European/country/pop/ fuck something that must be royally gay shit. Like clapping is gay. Plus the clap ain't nice.
But the car thing I have. Great I have parked where. Let me think. Driving to work was a nightmare. Sure I was there like at the same time as taking my bike. But then it wasn't the cmoapny vehicle so I had a very hard time to find parking. That's another story, you have to pay money to store your fat ass moving polluting piece of shit thing. But I didn't want to pay for parking, tickets sound like fun. So had to park 3 blocks away. Just work outside downtown. Nowhere downtown free unless you count the flower overpass park there covering up toxic waste.
I have to remember how many parking lots I parked in. Cypress. I think another one. Let me think. I just park on the street in the city. I can't think of another place. Malls, I don't go to those, I don't like in BalliganduSurreyIndia, or like some other wasteland of nothingness. The snow fall came and it was sweet. City got like nothing compared to out in the wasteland of no sidewalks. Now they have the news and potholes in stupid lands of nothingness. I guess there was some DNA found in Port Coqutilam. Buck innocent until you find the crack whores sawed head. I told a dude a work about that aspect and he didn't seem to like it. Odd. Like they have the fucking warning in the paper. This story maybe offensive to some readers. Totally too fucking funny. Should before every fucking story for christ's sake. I find that aspect knee slapping without a question.
I can't think of any other parking lot besides a few driveways in people I saw that live in the front yards of parking lots. No real rush out there for parellel parking.
But when it snowed. That was eh. I tried to open my car and the door was frozen shut. Plus it was there for like 3 days too. So the snow was pilled up on it. I had to go for a walk to buddys house instead. But there were so many cars that hadn't moved. Looks cool walking down the sidewalk, trees inbtween you and the curb of the road, and there are all these other cars that are not 'required' or a 'neccessity' just wasting space. Fucking eh. Use it when I need it. Now it seems like won't be for a fucking while. Need some more storms, just none of that Pineapple express again. Fer fuck sakes. That shite even nigs up Whistler to rain akin to the World Cup of 2005 in February. Hmmm February. Bullshit. Hey, I'll help it nig up Cowtown 2010 part II, Alnigi's revenge. lol. That's too fucking funny man. Seeing all those cars just sitting there was alright. Then I went out to Surrey and it was sad. The front yards are covered with these 'excess' 'polluting' 'transporters'. But there isn't like a front yard. The back yard is what the so-called relm of the parking lot commercial areas is about. That's my 'nature'. Nature? Ain't rural and sure as fuck ain't a city, except maybe in name. Traffic, that's nice. Fuck traffic. Fuck you. Just die.
I need to get a baseball bat. Then I can put that in the backseat. Then some fucker is like retarded, which will take about a minute of driving. Then then next like give them a little home run derby. Fuckin eh. But then again that's against the law, so probably not too good. Making some one shit there pants thinking they will die and cost you 10K fucking eh.
Fuckin Priceless
Get outta my way of my big ass truck
I'm pissed up drunk
And don't really give a flying fuck
Gas isn't expensive. Once it gets over $100 for a small car then maybe. Only $50 for my 50 litre tank. We'll see. Right now I hate paying money for a fucking thing I don't use. Have to put money in the kyke industry of ICBC for nothing. Garbage. Royally and utter.
But I still ride my bike to work.
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